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by Dick, Philip K.


  The planet was inhabited.

  Brent approached warily. A wisp of gray smoke trailed out of the stone chimney. Behind the house were chicken pens, a cow-like thing dozing in the shade by its water trough. Other animals, some dog-like, and a group that might have been sheep. A regular little farm—but not like any farm he had seen. The buildings were of marble, or what looked like marble. And the animals were penned in by some kind of force-field. Everything was clean; in one corner, a disposal tube sucked exhausted water and refuse into a half-buried tank.

  He came to steps leading up to a back porch and after a moment of thought, climbed them. He wasn’t especially frightened. There was a serenity about the place, an orderly calm. It was hard to imagine any harm coming from it. He reached the door, hesitated, and then began looking for a knob.

  There wasn’t any knob. At his touch, the door swung open. Feeling foolish, Brent entered. He found himself in a luxurious hall; recessed lights flicked on at the pressure of his boots on the thick carpets. Long glowing drapes hid the windows. Massive furniture—he peered into a room. Strange machines and objects. Pictures on the walls. Statues in the corners. He turned a corner and emerged into a large foyer. And still no one.

  A huge animal, as large as a pony, moved out of a doorway, sniffed at him curiously, licked his wrist, and wandered off. He watched it go, heart in his mouth.

  Tame. All the animals were tame. What kind of people had built this place? Panic stabbed at him. Maybe not people. Maybe some other race. Something alien, from beyond the galaxy. Maybe this was the frontier of an alien empire, some kind of advanced station.

  While he was thinking about it, wondering if he should try to get out, run back to the ship, vid the cruiser station at Orion IX, there was a faint rustle behind him. He turned quickly, hand on his gun.

  “Who—” he gasped. And froze.

  A girl stood there, face calm, eyes large and dark, a cloudy black. She was tall, almost as tall as he, a little under six feet. Cascades of black hair spilled down her shoulders, down to her waist. She wore a glistening robe of some oddly-metallic material; countless facets glittered and sparkled and reflected the overhead lights. Her lips were deep red and full. Her arms were folded beneath her breasts; they stirred faintly as she breathed. Beside her stood the pony-like animal that had nosed him and gone on.

  “Welcome, Mr. Brent,” the girl said. She smiled at him; he caught a flash of her tiny white teeth. Her voice was gentle and lilting, remarkably pure. Abruptly she turned; her robe fluttered behind her as she passed through the doorway and into the room beyond. “Come along. I’ve been expecting you.”

  Brent entered cautiously. A man stood at the end of the long table, watching him with obvious dislike. He was huge, over six feet, broad shoulders and arms that rippled as he buttoned his cloak and moved toward the door. The table was covered with dishes and bowls of food: robot servants were clearing away the things silently. Obviously, the girl and man had been eating.

  “This is my brother,” the girl said, indicating the dark-faced giant. He paused and bowed slightly to Brent, exchanged a few words with the girl in an unfamiliar, liquid tongue, and then abruptly departed. His footsteps died down the hall.

  “I’m sorry,” Brent muttered. “I didn’t mean to bust in here and break up anything.”

  “Don’t worry. He was going. Actually, we don’t get along very well.” The girl drew the drapes aside to reveal a wide window overlooking the forest. “You can watch him go. His ship is parked out there. See it?”

  It took a moment for Brent to make out the ship. It blended into the scenery perfectly. Only when it abruptly shot upward at a ninety-degree angle did he realize it had been there all the time. He had walked within yards of it.

  “He’s quite a person,” the girl said, letting the drapes fall back in place. “Are you hungry? Here, sit down and eat with me. Now that Aeetes is gone and I’m all alone.”

  Brent sat down cautiously. The food looked good. The dishes were some kind of semi-transparent metal. A robot set places in front of him, knives, forks, spoons, then waited to be instructed. The girl gave it orders in her strange liquid tongue. It promptly served Brent and retired.

  He and the girl were alone. Brent began to eat greedily; the food was delicious. He tore the wings from a chicken-like fowl and gnawed at it expertly. He gulped down a tumbler of dark red wine, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and attacked a bowl of ripe fruit. Vegetables, spiced meats, seafood, warm bread—he gobbled down everything with pleasure. The girl ate a few dainty bites; she watched him curiously, until finally he was finished and had pushed his empty dishes away.

  “Where’s your captain?” she asked. “Didn’t he come?”

  “Johnson? He’s back at the ship.” Brent belched noisily. “How come you speak Terran? It’s not your natural language. And how did you know there’s somebody with me?”

  The girl laughed, a tinkling musical peal. She wiped her slim hands on a napkin and drank from a dark red glass. “We watched you on the scanner. We were curious. This is the first time one of your ships has penetrated this far. We wondered what your intentions were.”

  “You didn’t learn Terran by watching our ship on a scanner.”

  “No. I learned your language from people of your race. That was a long time ago. I’ve spoken your language as long as I can remember.”

  Brent was baffled. “But you said our ship was the first to come here.”

  The girl laughed. “True. But we’ve often visited your little world. We know all about it. It’s a stopover point when we’re traveling in that direction. I’ve been there many times—not for awhile, but in the old days when I traveled more.”

  A strange chill settled over Brent. “Who are you people? Where are you from?”

  “I don’t know where we’re from originally,” the girl answered. “Our civilization is all over the universe, by now. It probably started from one place, back in legendary times. By now it’s practically everywhere.”

  “Why haven’t we run into your people before?”

  The girl smiled and continued eating. “Didn’t you hear what I said? You have met us. Often. We’ve even brought Terrans here. I remember one time very clearly, a few thousand years ago—”

  “How long are your years?” Brent demanded.

  “We don’t have years.” The girl’s dark eyes bored into him. luminous with amusement. “I mean Terran years.”

  It took a minute for the full impact to hit him. “Thousand years,” he murmured. “You’ve been alive a thousand years?”

  “Eleven thousand,” the girl answered simply. She nodded, and a robot cleared away the dishes. She leaned back in her chair, yawned, stretched like a small, lithe cat, them abruptly sprang to her feet. “Come on. We’ve finished eating. I’ll show you my house.”

  Brent scrambled up and hurried after her, his confidence shattered. “You’re immortal, aren’t you?” He moved between her and the door, breathing rapidly, heavy face flushed. “You don’t age.”

  “Age? No, of course not.”

  Brent managed to find word. “You’re gods.”

  The girl smiled up at him, dark eyes flashing merrily. “Not really. You have just about everything we have—almost as much knowledge, science, culture. Eventually you’ll catch up with us. We’re an old race. Millions of years ago our scientists succeeded in slowing down the process of decay; since then we’ve ceased to die.”

  “Then your race stays constant. None die, none are born.”

  The girl pushed past him, through the doorway and down the hall. “Oh, people are born all the time. Our race grows and expands.” She halted at a doorway. “We haven’t given up any of our pleasures.” She eyed Brent thoughtfully, his shouders, arms, his dark hair, heavy face. “We’re about like you, except that we’re eternal. You’ll probab
ly solve that, too, sometime.”

  “You’ve moved among us?” Brent demanded. He was beginning to understand. “Then all those old religions and myths were true. Gods. Miracles. You’ve had contact with us, given us things. Done things for us.” He followed her wonderingly into the room.

  “Yes. I suppose we’ve done things for you. As we pass through.” The girl moved about the room, letting down the massive drapes. Soft darkness fell over the couches and bookcases and statues. “Do you play chess?”

  “Chess?”

  “It’s our national game. We introduced it to some of your Brahmin ancestors.” Disappointment showed on her sharp little face. “You don’t play? Too bad. What do you do? What about your companion? He looked as if his intellectual capacity was greater than yours. Does he play chess? Maybe you ought to go back and get him.”

  “I don’t think so,” Brent said. He moved toward her. “As far as I know he doesn’t do anything.” He reached out and caught her by the arm. The girl pulled away, astonished. Brent gathered her up in his big arms and drew her tight against him. “I don’t think we need him,” he said.

  He kissed her on the mouth. Her red lips were warm and sweet; she gasped and fought wildly. He could feel her slim body struggling against him. A cloud of fragrant scent billowed from her dark hair, She tore at him with her sharp nails, breasts heaving violently. He let go and she slid away, wary and bright-eyed breathing quickly, body tense, drawing her luminous robe about her.

  “I could kill you,” she whispered. She touched her jeweled belt. “You don’t understand, do you?”

  Brent came forward. “You probably can. But I bet you won’t.”

  She backed away from him. “Don’t be a fool.” Her red lips twisted and a smile flickered briefly. “You’re brave. But not very smart. Still, that’s not such a bad combination in a man. Stupid and brave.” Agilely, she avoided his grasp and slipped out of his reach. “You’re in good physical shape, too. How do you manage it aboard that little ship?”

  “Quarterly fitness courses,” Brent answered. He moved between her and the door. “You must get pretty damn bored here, all by yourself. After the first few thousand years it must get trying.”

  “I find things to do,” she said. “Don’t come any closer to me. As much as I admire your daring, it’s only fair to warn you that—”

  Brent grabbed her. She fought wildly; he pinned her hands together behind her back with one paw, arched her body taut, and kissed her half-parted lips. She sank her tiny white teeth into him; he grunted and jerked away. She was laughing, black eyes dancing, as she struggled. Her breath came rapidly, cheeks flushed, half-covered breasts quivering, body twisting like a trapped animal. He caught her around the waist and grabbed her up in his arms.

  A wave of force hit him.

  He dropped her; she landed easily on her feet and danced back. Brent was doubled up, face gray with agony. Cold sweat stood out on his neck and hands. He sank down on a couch and closed his eyes, muscles knotted, body writhing with pain.

  “Sorry,” the girl said. She moved around the room, ignoring him, “It’s your own fault—I told you to be careful. Maybe you better get out of here. Back to your little ship. I don’t want anything to happen to you. It’s against our policy to kill Terrans.”

  “What—was that?”

  “Nothing much. A form of repulsion, I suppose. This belt was constructed on one of our industrial planets; it protects me, but I don’t know the operational principle.”

  Brent managed to get to his feet. You’re pretty tough for a little girl.”

  “A little girl? I’m pretty old for a little girl. I was old before you were born. I was old before your people had rocket ships I was old before you knew how to weave clothing and write your thoughts down with symbols. I’ve watched your race advance and fall back into barbarism and advance again. Endless nations and empires. I was alive when the Egyptians first began spreading out into Asia Minor. I saw the city builders of the Tigris Valley begin putting up their brick houses. I saw the Assyrian war chariots roll out to fight. I and my friends visited Greece and Rome and Minoa and Lyddia and the great kingdoms of the red-skinned Indians. We were gods to the ancients, saints to the Christians. We come and go. As your people advanced we came less often. We have other way-stations; yours isn’t the only stop-over point.”

  Brent was silent. Color was beginning to come back to his face.

  The girl had thrown herself down on one of the soft couches; she leaned back against a pillow and gazed up at him calmly, one arm outstretched, the other across her lap. He long legs were tucked under her, tiny feet pressed together. She looked like a small, contented kitten resting after a game. It was hard for him to believe what she had told him. But his body still ached; he had felt a minute portion of her power-field, and it had almost killed him. That was something to think about.

  “Well?” the girl asked, presently. “What are you going to do? It’s getting late. I think you ought to go back to your ship. Your Captain will be wondering what happened to you.”

  Brent moved over to the window and drew aside the heavy drapes. The sun had set. Darkness was settling over the forests outside. Stars had already begun to come out, tiny dots of white in the thickening violet. A distant line of hills jutted up black and ominous.

  “I can contact him.” Brent said. He tapped his neck. “In case of emergency. Tell him I’m all right.”

  “Are you all right? You shouldn’t be here. You think you know what you’re doing. You think you can handle me.” She raised herself up slightly and tossed her black hair back over her shoulders. “I can see what’s going on in your mind. I’m so much like a girl you had an affair with, a young brunette you used to wrap around your finger—and boast about to your companions.”

  Brent flushed. “You’re a telepath. You should have told me.”

  “A partial telepath. All I need. Toss me your cigarettes. We don’t have such things.”

  Brent fumbled in his pocket, got his pack out, and tossed it to her. She lit up and inhaled gratefully. A cloud of gray smoke drifted around her; it mixed with the darkening shadows of the room. The corners dissolved into gloom. She became an indistinct shape, curled up on the couch, the glowing cigarette between her dark red lips.

  “I’m not afraid,” Brent said.

  “No, you’re not. You’re not a coward. If you were as smart as you are brave—but then I guess you wouldn’t be brave. I admire your bravery, stupid as it is. Man has a lot of courage. Even though it’s based on ignorance, it’s impressive.” After a moment, she said, “Come over here and sit with me.”

  * * * *

  “What do I have to be worried about?” Brent asked afier awhile. “If you don’t turn on that damn belt, I’ll be all right.”

  In the darkness, the girl stirred. “There’s more than that.” She sat up a little, arranged her hair, pulled a pillow behind her head. “You see, we’re of totally different races. My race is millions of years advanced over yours. Contact with us—close contact—is lethal. Not to us, of course. To you. You can’t be with me and remain a human being.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’ll undergo changes. Evolutionary changes. There’s a pull which we exert. We’re fully charged; close contact with us will exert influence on the cells of your body. Those animals outside. They’ve evolved slightly; they’re no longer wild beasts. Thev’re able to understand simple commands and follow basic routines. As yet, they have no language. With such low animals it’s a long process, and my contact with them hasn’t really been close. But with you—”

  “I see.”

  “We’re not supposed to let humans near us. Aeetes cleared out of here. I’m too lazy to go—I don’t especially care. I’m not mature and responsible, I suppose.” She smiled slightly. “And my kind of close contact is a littl
e closer than most.”

  Brent could barely make out her slim form in the darkness. She lay back against the pillows, lips parted, arms folded beneath her breasts, head tilted back. She was lovely. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. After a moment he leaned toward her. This time she didn’t move away. He kissed her gently. Then he put his arms around her slender body and drew her tight against him. Her robe rustled. Her soft hair brushed against him, warm and fragant.

  “It’s worth it,” he said.

  “You’re sure? You can’t turn back, once it’s begun. Do you understand? You won’t be human any more. You’ll have evolved. Along lines your race will take millions of years from now. You’ll be an outcast, a forerunner of things to come. Without companions.”

  “I’ll stay.” He caressed her cheek, her hair, her neck. He could feel the blood pulsing beneath the downy skin, a rapid pounding in the hollow of her throat. She was breathing rapidly; her breasts rose and fell against him. “If you’ll let me.”

  “Yes,” she murmured. “I’ll let you. If it’s what you really want. But don’t blame me.” A half-sad, half mischievous smile flitted across her sharp features; her dark eyes sparkled. “Promise you won’t blame me? It’s happened before— I hate people to reproach me. I always say never again. No matter what.”

  “Has it happened before?”

  The girl laughed, softly and close to his ear. She kissed him warmly and hugged him hard against her. “In eleven thousand years,” she whispered, “it’s happened quite often.”

  * * * *

  Captain Johnson had a bad night. He tried to raise Brent on the emergency com, but there was no response. Only faint static and a distant echo of a vid program from Orion X. Jazz music and sugary commercials.

  The sounds of civilization reminded him that they had to keep moving. Twenty-four hours was all the time allotted to this planet, smallest of its system.

 

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