The Fourth Science Fiction Megapack

by Isaac Asimov

  “A fire or something. Coming from your area, somewhere close to your building.”

  Within the city they saw the first signs of destruction. Broken rubble on the streets. The smell of greasy smoke in their nostrils. More and more people appeared, going in the same direction they were. The normally deserted streets of Hovedstad were now almost crowded. Disans, obvious by their bare shoulders, mixed with the few offworlders who still remained.

  Brion made sure the tarpaulin was well wrapped around the body before they pushed slowly through the growing crowd.

  “I don’t like all this publicity,” Telt complained, looking at the people. “It’s the last day, or I’d be turning back. They know our cars, we’ve raided them often enough.” Turning a corner he braked suddenly.

  Ahead was destruction. Black, broken rubble had been churned into desolation. It was still smoking, pink tongues of flame licking over the ruins. A fragment of wall fell with a rumbling crash.

  “It’s your building—the Foundation building!” Telt shouted. “They’ve been here ahead of us, must have used the radio to call a raid. They did a job, explosive of some kind.”

  Hope was dead. Dis was dead. In the ruin ahead, mixed and broken with the other rubble, were the bodies of all the people who had trusted him. Lea. Beautiful and cruelly dead Lea. Dr. Stine, his patients, Faussel, all of them. He had kept them on this planet and now they were dead. Every one of them. Dead.

  Murderer!

  CHAPTER XIV

  Life was ended. Brion’s mind contained nothing but despair and the pain of irretrievable loss. If his brain had been complete master of his body he would have died there, for at that moment there was no will to live. Unaware of this his heart continued to beat and the regular motion of his lungs drew in the dreadful sweetness of the smoke-tainted air. With automatic directness his body lived on.

  “What you gonna do?” Telt asked, even his natural exuberation stilled by this. Brion only shook his head as the words penetrated. What could he do? What could possibly be done?

  “Follow me,” a voice said in guttural Disan through the opening of a rear window. The speaker was lost in the crowd before they could turn. Aware now, Brion saw a native move away from the edge of the crowd and turn in their direction. It was Ulv.

  “Turn the car—that way!” He punched Telt’s arm and pointed. “Do it slowly and don’t draw any attention to us.” There was sudden hope, which he kept himself from considering. The building was gone and the people in it all dead. That fact had to be faced.

  “What’s going on?” Telt asked. “Who was that talked in the window?”

  “A native—that one up ahead. He saved my life in the desert, and I think he is on our side. Even though he’s a native Disan, he can understand facts that the magter can’t. He knows what will happen to this planet.” Brion was talking, filling his brain with words so he wouldn’t begin to have hope.

  Ulv moved slowly and naturally through the streets, never looking back. They followed, as far behind as they dared, yet still keeping him in sight. There were fewer people about here among the deserted offworld storehouses. Ulv vanished into one, LIGHT METALS TRUST LTD. the sign read above the door. Telt slowed the car.

  “Don’t stop here,” Brion said. “Drive on around the corner, and pull up.”

  Brion climbed out of the car with an ease he did not feel. There was no one in sight now, in either direction. Walking slowly back to the corner he checked the street they had just left—hot, silent and empty!

  A sudden blackness appeared where the door of the warehouse had been, and the sudden flickering motion of a hand. Brion signaled Telt to start, and jumped into the already moving sandcar.

  “Into that open door—quickly before anyone sees us!” The car rumbled down a ramp into the dark interior and the door slid shut behind them.

  “Ulv. What is it? Where are you?” Brion called, blinking in the murky interior. A gray form appeared next to him.

  “I am here.”

  “Did you—” There was no way to finish the sentence.

  “I heard of the raid. The magter called together all of us they could to help them carry explosives. I went along. I could not stop them and there was no time to warn anyone in the building.”

  “Then they are all dead—?”

  “Yes,” Ulv nodded, “all except one. I knew I could possibly save one, and I was not sure who. So I took the woman you were with in the desert, she is here now. She was hurt, but not badly, when I brought her out.”

  Guilty relief flooded through Brion. He shouldn’t exult, not with the death of everyone in the Foundation still fresh in his mind. But at that instant he was happy.

  “May I see her?” he asked Ulv. He was seized by the sudden fear that there might be a mistake. Perhaps Ulv had saved a different girl.

  * * * *

  Ulv led the way across the empty loading bay. Brion followed closely, fighting down the temptation to tell him to hurry. When he saw that Ulv was heading towards an office in the far wall, he could control himself no longer and ran on ahead.

  It was Lea, lying unconscious on a couch. Sweat beaded her face and she moaned and stirred without opening her eyes.

  “I gave her sover, then wrapped her in cloth so no one would know,” Ulv said.

  Telt was close behind them looking in through the open door.

  “Sover is a drug they take from one of their plants,” he said. “We got a lot of experience with it. A little makes a good knock-out drug, but it’s deadly poison in large doses. I got the antidote in the car, wait and I’ll get it.” He went out.

  Brion sat next to Lea and wiped her face clean of dirt and perspiration. The dark shadows under her eyes were almost black now and her elfin face even thinner. Yet she was alive, that was the important thing. Some of the tension drained away and he could think again. There was still the job to do. After this last experience she should be in a hospital bed. Yet this was impossible. He had to drag her to her feet and put her back to work. The answer might still be found. Each second ticked away another fraction of the planet’s life.

  “Good as new in a minute,” Telt said, banging down the heavy medbox. He watched intently as Ulv left the room. “Hys should know about this renegade. Might be useful as a spy or for information. Of course it’s too late now to do anything, so the hell with it.” He pulled a pistol-shaped hypodermic gun from the box and dialed a number on the side. “Now, if you’ll roll her sleeve up I’ll bring her back to life.” He pressed the bell-shaped sterilizing muzzle against her skin and pulled the trigger. The hypo gun hummed briefly, ending its cycle with a large click.

  “Does it work fast?” Brion asked.

  “Couple of minutes. Just let her be and she’ll come to by herself.”

  “Killer!” Ulv hissed from the doorway. His blowgun was in his hand, half raised to his mouth.

  “He’s been in the car—he’s seen it!” Telt shouted and grabbed for his gun.

  Brion sprang between them, raising his hands. “Stop it! No more killing!” he shouted this in Disan. Then he shook his fist at Telt. “Fire that gun and I’ll stuff it down your throat. I’ll handle this.” He turned to face Ulv who hadn’t raised the blowgun any closer to his lips. This was a good sign. The Disan was still uncertain.

  “You have seen the body in the car, Ulv. So you must have seen that it is that of a magter. I killed him myself, because I would rather kill one, ten or even a hundred men rather than have everyone on this planet destroyed. I killed him in a fair fight and now I am going to examine his body. There is something very strange and different about the magter, you know that yourself. If I can find out what it is, perhaps we can make them stop this war, and not bomb Nyjord.”

  Ulv was still angry, yet he lowered the blowgun a little. “I wish there were no offworlders, that none of you had ever come. Nothing was wrong until you started coming. The magter were the strongest, and they killed, but they also helped. Now they want to fight a war with your weapons
and for this you are going to kill my world. And you want me to help you?”

  “Not me—yourself!” Brion said wearily. “There’s no going back, that’s the one thing we can’t do. Maybe Dis would have been better off without offplanet contact. Maybe not. In any case you have to forget about that. You have contact now with the rest of the galaxy, for better or for worse. You’ve got a problem to solve, and I’m here to help you solve it.”

  Seconds ticked by as Ulv, unmoving, fought with questions that were novel to his life. Could killing stop death? Could he help his people by helping strangers to fight and kill them? His world had changed and he didn’t like it. He must make a giant effort to change with it.

  Abruptly, he pushed the blowgun into a thong at his waist, turned and strode out.

  “Too much for my nerves,” Telt said, settling his gun back in the holster. “You don’t know how happy I’m gonna be when this thing is over. Even if the planet goes bang, I don’t care. I’m finished.” He walked out to the sandcar, keeping a careful eye on the Disan crouched against the wall.

  * * * *

  Brion turned back to Lea whose eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. He went to her.

  “Running,” she said, and her voice had a toneless emptiness that screamed louder than any emotion. “They ran by the open door of my room and I could see them when they killed Dr. Stine. Just butchered him like an animal, chopping him down. Then one came into the room and that’s all I remember.” She turned her head slowly and looked at Brion. “What happened? Why am I here?”

  “They’re…dead,” he told her. “All of them. After the raid the Disans blew up the building. You’re the only one that survived. That was Ulv who came into your room, the Disan we met in the desert. He brought you away and hid you here in the city.”

  “When do we leave?” she said, in the same empty tones, turning her face to the wall. “When do we get off this planet?”

  “Today is the last day. The deadline is midnight. Krafft will have a ship pick us up when we are ready. But we still have our job to do. I’ve got that body. You’re going to have to examine it. We must find out about the magter—”

  “Nothing can be done now except leave,” her voice was a dull monotone. “There is only so much that a person can do and I’ve done it. Please have the ship come, I want to leave now.”

  Brion chewed his lip in helpless frustration. Nothing seemed to be able to penetrate the apathy she had sunk into. Too much shock, too much terror, in too short a time. He took her chin in his hand and turned her head to face him. She didn’t resist, but her eyes were shining with tears, tears trickled down her cheeks.

  “Take me home, Brion, please take me home.”

  He could only brush her sodden hair back from her face then and force himself to smile at her. The particles of time were running out, faster and faster, and he no longer knew what to do. The examination had to be made. Yet he couldn’t force her. He looked for the medbox and saw that Telt had taken it back to the sandcar. There might be something in it that could help. A tranquilizer perhaps.

  Telt had some of his instruments open on the chart table and was examining a tape with a pocket magnifier. He jumped nervously and put the tape behind his back when Brion entered, then relaxed when he saw who it was.

  “Thought you were the creepie out there, coming for a look,” he whispered. “Maybe you trust him—but I can’t afford to. Can’t even use the radio. I’m getting out of here now, I have to tell Hys!”

  “Tell him what?” Brion asked sharply. “What is all the mystery about?”

  Telt handed him the magnifier and tape. “Look at that. Recording tape from my scintillation counter. Red verticals are five-minute intervals, the wiggly black horizontal line is the radioactivity level. All this where the line goes up and down, that’s when we were driving out to the attack. Varying hot level of the rock and ground.”

  “What’s the big peak in the middle?”

  “That coincides exactly with our visit to the house of horrors! When we went through the hole in the bottom of the tower!” He couldn’t keep the enthusiasm out of his voice.

  “Does it mean that—”

  “I don’t know. I’m not sure. I have to compare it with the other tapes back at base. It could be the stone of the tower, some of these heavy rocks got a high natural count. There maybe could be a box of instruments there with fluorescent dials. Or it might be one of those tactical atom bombs they threw at us already, some arms runner sold them a few.”

  “Or it could be the cobalt bombs?”

  “It could be,” Telt said, packing his instruments swiftly. “A badly shielded bomb, or an old one with a crack in the skin, could give a trace like that. Just a little radon leaking out would do it.”

  “Why don’t you call Hys on the radio, let him know.”

  “Don’t want Grandaddy Krafft’s listening posts to hear about it. This is our job—if I’m right. And I have to check my old tapes to make sure. But it’s gonna be worth a raid, I can feel that in my bones. Let’s unload your corpse.” He helped Brion, then slipped into the driver’s seat.

  “Hold it,” Brion said. “Do you have anything in the medbox I can use for Lea. She seems to have cracked. Not hysterical, but withdrawn. Won’t listen to reason, won’t do anything but lie there and ask to go home.”

  “Got the potion here,” Telt said, cracking the medbox. “Slaughter-syndrome is what our medic calls it. Hit a lot of our boys. Grow up all your life hating the idea of violence, it goes rough when you have to start killing people. Guys breakup, breakdown, go to pieces lots of different ways. The medic mixed up this stuff. Don’t know how it works, probably tranquilizers and some of the cortex drugs. But it peels off recent memories. Maybe for the last ten, twelve hours. You can’t get upset about what you don’t remember.” He pulled out a sealed package. “Directions on the box. Good luck.”

  “Luck,” Brion said, and shook the technician’s calloused hand. “Let me know if the traces are strong enough to be bombs.” He checked the street to make sure it was clear, then pressed the door button. The sandcar churned out into the brilliant sunshine and was gone, the throb of it’s motor dying in the distance. Brion closed the door and went back to Lea. Ulv was still crouched against the wall.

  * * * *

  There was a one-shot disposable hypodermic in the box. Lea made no protest when he broke the seal and pressed the needle against her arm. She sighed and her eyes closed again. When he saw she was resting easily, he dragged in the tarpaulin-wrapped body of the magter. A workbench ran along one wall and he struggled the corpse up onto it. He unwrapped the tarpaulin and the sightless eyes stared accusingly up into his.

  Using his knife, Brion cut away the loose, bloodsoaked clothing. Strapped under the clothes, around the man’s waist, was the familiar collection of Disan artifacts. This could have significance either way. Human or humanoid, it would still have to live on Dis. Brion threw it aside, along with the rest of the clothing. Nude, pierced, bloody, the corpse lay before him.

  In every external physical detail the man was human.

  Brion’s theory was becoming more preposterous with each discovery. If the magter weren’t alien, how could he explain their complete lack of emotions? A mutation of some kind? He didn’t see how it was possible. There had to be something alien, about the dead man before him. The future of a world rested on this flimsy hope. If Telt’s lead to the bombs proved to be false, there would be no hope left at all.

  Lea was still unconscious when he looked at her. There was no way of telling how long the coma would last. He would probably have to waken her out of it, but didn’t want to do it too early. It took an effort to control his impatience, even though he knew the drug needed time to work in. He finally decided on at least a minimum of an hour before he should try to disturb her. That would be noon—twelve hours before destruction.

  One thing he should do was get in touch with Professor-Commander Krafft. Maybe it was being defeatist, yet he
had to make sure that they had a way off this planet if the mission failed. Krafft had installed a relay radio that would forward calls from his personal set. If this relay had been in the Foundation building, contact was broken. This had to be found out before it was too late. He thumbed on his radio and sent the call. The reply came back instantly.

  “This is fleet communications. Will you please keep this circuit open? Commander Krafft is waiting for this call and it is being put directly through to him now.” Krafft’s voice broke in while the operator was still talking.

  “Who is making this call—is it anyone from the Foundation?” The old man’s voice was shaky with emotion.

  “Brandd here. I have Lea Morees with me—”

  “No more? Are there no other survivors from the disaster that destroyed your building?”

  “That’s it, other than us it’s a…complete loss. With the building and all the instruments gone I have no way to contact our ship in orbit. Can you arrange to get us out of here if necessary?”

  “Give me your location, a ship is coming now—”

  “I don’t need a ship now,” Brion interrupted. “Don’t send it until I call. If there is a way to stop your destruction, I’ll find it. So I’m staying—to the last minute if necessary.”

  Krafft was silent. There was just the crackle of an open mike and the sound of breathing. “That is your decision,” he said finally. “I’ll have a ship standing by. But won’t you let us take Miss Morees out now?”

  “No. I need her here. We are still working, looking for—”

  “What answer can you find that could possibly avert destruction now?” His tone was between hope and despair. Brion couldn’t help him.

  “If I succeed—you’ll know. Otherwise, that will be the end of it. End of transmission.” He switched the radio off.