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by Джеймс Блиш


  “What,” Kirk demanded grimly, “were we doing off warp drive?”

  “The computer took us off,” Sulu said, with the justifiable irritation of the helmsman who has had control snatched away from him by a brainless mechanism. “It still seems to be operating on the old benchmarking schedule. Maybe in all the subsequent confusion, nobody ever told it we were going to Organia.”

  “That’s flatly impossible,” Kirk said. “I logged that order myself. Somebody had to countermand it. Mr. Spock, ask the machine who did.”

  The First Officer — it was Spock Two who was on duty — turned to the console, and then said, “The computer reports that I gave the order, Captain, as is only logical. But in point of fact I deny doing so — and I strongly suspect that my counterpart will also deny it.”

  “Wipe that order, and see that it stays wiped. Mr. Sulu, put us back on warp drive on the double.”

  “Already on, Captain.”

  “Mr. Spock, is the computer malfunctioning?”

  “No, Captain, it is in perfect order. There is no doubt that one of us did so instruct it. But since such a course clearly involves grave risks of detection by the Klingons, and has no compensatory advantages, it can only have been given because detection was exactly what was hoped for. That is why I conclude that my counterpart will also deny having given it.”

  “The argument applies with equal force to you,” Kirk pointed out.

  “I am thoroughly aware of that. Unfortunately, however, there is no other reasonable explanation.”

  “No time is recorded for the issuance of the order, I suppose.”

  “No, which further argues that the issuer wished to remain unknown.”

  Kirk thought a moment. “Lieutenant Uhura, any sign that we have in fact been detected?”

  “I think so, Captain. If the object has laid any sensors on us, they’re too feeble to register on my board — but it dropped into subspace just after we did, so it can’t be a natural object and may well be following us — though at a very respectful distance.”

  “Mr. Sulu, execute some simple, showy evasive maneuvers and see if it follows those. If it does, lose it — or if you can’t lose it, outrun it. It can’t pack enough power to pace us.”

  “I’ll lose it,” Sulu promised cheerfully.

  “Mr. Spock, you are relieved of all duties. Mr. Sulu is designated first officer pro tern. Lieutenant Uhura, notify all concerned that henceforth and until further notice, orders from either Spock are without authority aboard this ship. We are proceeding to Organia as before, and until I say otherwise; the benchmarking program is cancelled. Any questions?”

  There were none.

  “Mr. Spock, call your counterpart in your quarters and notify him that we’re both coming to visit him. In the interest of ship’s harmony I’ve been trying to avoid such confrontations, but one of you has driven me to the wall — me, and himself.”

  Kirk had not been in the first officer’s quarters since the incident of Spock’s near-marriage on Vulcan itself — the painful episode Kirk had obliquely referred to in his first interview with Spock One, the episode during which an amok Spock had quite seriously tried to kill him. These quarters were very like his own in general plan, but considerably more austere. What little decoration they sported consisted chiefly of a few pieces of cutlery, vaguely and misleadingly Oriental in design, which reminded Kirk that Spock’s parental culture — on his father’s side though now fiercely rationalistic in its biases — had once been almost equally fiercely military.

  Kirk was not surprised to notice that the quarters showed not the slightest sign that they were being occupied by two people instead of one. There were two Spocks here now, however, and they were staring at each other with cold but undisguised hostility. The battle had been joined, overtly, at last. Perhaps that was just as well.

  “One of you two gentlemen has been uncharacteristically stupid,” Kirk said, “and if I could detect which one it was, I’d fire him out the emergency airlock in his underwear. Wantonly endangering the Enterprise is as serious a crime as violating General Order Number One, as far as I’m concerned — and as you both know very well. So I’m at open war with one of you, and both of you are going to have to suffer for it. Spock One, did you countermand a course order that I’d logged in the computer?”

  “No, Captain, certainly not.”

  “A routine question. Very well. You are relieved of duty, both of you, and I wish you joy in trying to stay out of each other’s hair in the same quarters with nothing to do. In the meantime, I’ve got no grounds to want to cause either of you selective discomfort, if you know what I mean, and I’ll try to see that I don’t. In return, I want your advice. Spock One, do you agree that whoever had the computer take us off warp drive wanted the Enterprise detected by the Klingons?”

  “It seems to be the only possible conclusion,” Spock One said.

  “Why did he do it?”

  “I can only guess, Captain. It is conceivable that the original Spock did after all reach Organia and found it occupied by the Klingons — or was intercepted by the Klingons in some other way — and that a double who was actually a Klingon agent was sent back along with the original. The fact that no memory of this exists in the original’s mind, nor any evidence of mental tampering, is not diagnostic; we are dealing with totally new and unknown forces here, as Mr. Scott’s bafflement makes very evident.”’

  “The possibility certainly can’t be discounted,” Kirk agreed. “And it does offer a motive for what happened with the computer. Spock Two, any comments?”

  “One word, if I may, Captain,” Spock Two said. “The word is: nonsense.”

  “Again, why?”

  “Because it involves too many ad hoc assumptions. William of Occam, one of Earth’s pioneers in scientific method, established that one must not multiply logical entities without sufficient reason. The principle is now called the Law of Parsimony.”

  “Currently rephrased to read, the simplest explanation that fits all the facts is the preferable one,” Kirk said. “Have you got a simpler?”

  “I think so,” said Spock Two. “There is no evidence that the original Spock was ever transported anywhere. It is far simpler to suppose that what we see is in fact the case: that something went wrong with the new process and materialized a mirror image. If this is what happened, it would involve the deepest levels of the replicate’s nervous system, producing a reversal of personality as well — and there would be the source of your motive for sympathy with the Klingons.”

  “Spock One, what do you say to that notion?”

  “It has the virtue of simplicity,” Spock One said coldly, “and as such is clearly to be preferred. But Occam’s Razor is only a human preference, not a natural law. And this mirror hypothesis is also an assumption for which no hard evidence exists.”

  “Granted,” said Spock Two. “But may I point out, Captain, that though each of these assumptions excludes the other, both nevertheless argue toward the same course of action: the immediate destruction of the replicate.”

  “Provided both assumptions are not equally wrong,” Spock One said.

  “Or providing one of them is right,” Kirk said, “Either leaves me with the same question I had before: Which is the replicate?”

  Neither Spock answered him — and he would not have believed them if they had.

  Chapter Five — ON THE OTHER HAND…

  From the Captain’s Log, Star Date 4020.8:

  I have interdicted further orders from either Spock until the identity question can be resolved — if it can be — although it effectively deprives me of my first officer. This is a long way from being even a satisfactory interim move, however, since even without authority an alienated Spock could work all kinds of mischief. But there is no way of preventing this short of throwing both of them in the brig, a step for which I have no present grounds.

  Operating without a first officer was exhausting work despite Sulu’s best efforts, especial
ly under the added strain of Klingon surveillance — Sulu had indeed managed to shake the scout ship that had been trailing the Enterprise, but there could be no doubt that the Klingons now knew she was somewhere in the area, and would be searching for her grimly, tenaciously and efficiently. Nevertheless, when Kirk came off watch he went to the sick bay before turning in.

  “Something that Spock Two suggested has been nagging at me,” he told McCoy. “If the replicate is in fact a mirror image, wouldn’t fluoroscopy or an X-ray show it? Heart pointing the wrong way, appendix on the left side, something like that?”

  “Afraid not, Jim,” McCoy said. “Anatomically, Vulcans have perfect bilateral symmetry — and no appendix, either. Of course, Spock is genetically half human, but the only influence that has in this particular area is in handedness.”

  “I thought of that, but obviously the replicate has thought of it too. If he’s in fact left-handed, he’s counterfeiting being right-handed very successfully.”

  “Let’s keep watching for it anyhow. Handedness is a very deep physiological bias — sooner or later he’s bound to slip.”

  “Spock? You must be kidding.”

  “I guess you’re right,” McCoy said gloomily.

  “Nevertheless I agree that watching may be the only answer, and particularly by the ship’s psychologist, meaning you, Doc. If there is a major personality reversal here, there’s got to be something un-Spocklike to be seen in the replicate if we look hard enough for it.”

  “Any suggestions?”

  “We’ll have to play it by ear. But just for example, I’ll tell you privately that I’m highly suspicious of Spock Two. The emotional pressure he has been bringing to bear on me to have the replicate destroyed is uncharacteristic. The conservative approach Spock One advocates seems more like the old Spock. But it’s not enough to go on. We’ve got to have a test.”

  “Easy,” McCoy said drily. “Just order Yeoman Rand to kiss one of them. If he responds shoot him.”

  “If we can’t think of anything better, I’ll do just that,” Kirk said. “I’m dead serious, Doc.”

  “I know you are, Jim, and I’ll keep my eyes peeled. Watching that human computer was a chore at the best of times, though. Having to watch two of them, under battle alert, is going to be a real cross.”

  Kirk left, temporarily satisfied. McCoy would follow the lead; it did not matter that he was sarcastic about it. He could no more avoid that than he could avoid breathing.

  After the next day’s watch — uneventful, but nerve-wracking — Kirk visited the engineering deck. Scott’s report was no more encouraging than the surgeon’s had been.

  “I’ve been shooting out inanimate objects toward Organia’s coordinates, Captain, and I’ve got quite a collection of duplicate mathoms th’ noo. They don’t tell us a thing we didna ken before.”

  “What’s a mathom?”

  “A useless object, alas. The things do replicate in reverse, so we can regard that hypothesis as confirmed. But I dinna see bow that helps us. I suppose ye thought of checkin’ the Spocks to see where they were wearin’ their badges?”

  “I did think of it, but not soon enough — not when the duplication first occurred. Now the replicate has had plenty of time to think of it himself and take steps.”

  “Well, an’ next I’m goin’ to send out an experimental animal an’ give the replicate to Doc to play with. Though he won’t see much in the way of personality reversal there. If it’s a rabbit, maybe it’ll bite him.”

  But the next day, all hopes for a testing program became academic — and in fact, impossible.

  Spock Two was on the bridge when Kirk came on duty, to the Captain’s rather disquieted surprise. He said at once, “Captain, I have issued no orders and would not be here at all were it not for the gravity of the situation. However, I must report that the entity you call Spock One has barricaded himself in Dr. McCoy’s laboratory, and refuses to come out without a logged assurance of my destruction, and a guarantee of his own life.”

  The atmosphere on the bridge was like the inside of an electrostatic chamber. Kirk said, “Confirm!”

  “Confirmed,” the computer said.

  Kirk snapped a glance at Uhura. “Lieutenant, ask Dr. McCoy to come up here, on the double. Mr. Spock, if you were he — that is, Spock One — what do you think you might be attempting to gain? Beyond, of course, trying to force my hand on the overt demands?”

  “There are many possibilities, Captain. Simple disruption of ship’s routine is one. Or trying to force a loyalty crisis among your other officers. Or an attempt to gain privacy in order to jury-rig some form of communication with the Klingons.”

  “Could you run up such a rig, in his circumstances?”

  “Yes, in any of several different ways.”

  “Mr. Sulu, deflector screens up.”

  “Already up, Captain,” the navigator said with indefatigable cheerfulness. At the same moment, McCoy entered.

  “Doctor, is there anything in your laboratory that Spock One could adapt to damaging the ship — or the personnel?”

  “Quite a lot,” McCoy said. “In fact, probably more than I could guess. After all, he is the ship’s science officer — or a more than reasonably accurate facsimile.”

  “Enough to justify our trying to cut our way in there with a phaser?”

  “I would say not,” McCoy said. “There’s a lot of equipment in there that’s irreplaceable under our present circumstances, to say nothing of a good many reagents and drugs. If he resisted, much of it could be damaged or destroyed — or he could stymie us by threatening to destroy it himself. And consider, Jim, that he may be doing nothing more than what he says he’s doing: safeguarding his own life. Why not wait and see?”

  “May I comment, Captain?” Spock Two said. Kirk nodded. “The risks in such a course are enormous. Surely this move — which is in direct violation of your standing orders to me — establishes that he is the replicate, not I. Leaving him unmolested is tantamount to inviting a highly qualified Klingon science officer aboard, handing him a full set of engineering tools and materials, and inviting him to do his worst.”

  “Think highly of yourself, don’t you?” McCoy said.

  “If you doubt that I am highly qualified, Doctor, I suggest that you ask the computer for my record.”

  “Cut it out, both of you,” Kirk said. “This is no time for feuding. And Mr. Spock, I want you to bear in mind that I do not consider anything established as yet. I am highly suspicious of both of you, and the only chances I am prepared to take are those which will keep both of you alive. Dammit, man, don’t you know that you’re insisting on my destroying someone who may be my friend — as well as the best first officer in the Fleet? If you don’t, then it’s pretty clear that you can’t be the original Spock!”

  “Of course I understand it,” Spock Two said. “But it is my duty to offer what I think to be the facts.”

  “It is,” Kirk agreed, somewhat mollified. “However, for the present, we will leave this mess standing exactly as it is. In the meantime, I want you all to recall that we are still trying to dodge the Klingon navy and make a run for Organia — which is now our own best chance for survival, as well as of being of some use to the Federation.”

  “We may not be in time even at best, Captain,” Lieutenant Uhura said. “I have just intercepted a general Klingon subspace broadcast. They claim to have inflicted a major defeat upon the Federation Fleet in the Great Nebula area of Orion. That’s awfully close to Earth itself.”

  “It is more than that,” Spock Two said. “It is the area which the Klingons call New Suns Space, because fourth-generation stars are being born there.”

  “Why does that matter?” Kirk said.

  “Because, Captain, the process still has millions of years to run. It means that the Klingons are so confident of winning the war that they are willing to expend men and ships to capture solar systems that, as yet, do not even exist. And they may very well be right.”
r />   Chapter Six — NOBODY AT HOME

  From the Captain’s Log, Star Date 4150.0:

  We are now three months deep into Klingon space and remain undetected, although we have overheard Klingon ships working out a search grid for us. Hence I have ruled against any smash-and-grab raids on Klingon bases, which might help them predict our course, until and unless the situation on Organia turns out to be hopeless. We also continue to hear reports of Federation defeats. The computer judges Spock Two’s theory about the strange places in which the Klingon navy turns up to be highly probable, but there is still no way to report his conclusion to Starfleet Command. His behavior otherwise has been impeccable; but then, Spock One has been equally inoffensive, except for continuing to refuse to come out of his hole.

  After three months, too, there was a spurious atmosphere of routine on the bridge, as though it were perfectly normal to have one Spock at the library console and one taking his meals behind a barricade in McCoy’s laboratory. (An attempt to starve him out had come to nothing; he had, as he had promptly announced, simply put himself on iron rations from among McCoy’s supplies — a diet which would have brought down any ordinary human being eventually with half a dozen deficiency diseases at once, but which could sustain his half-Vulcan constitution indefinitely.)

  Kirk was just as well pleased to have his department heads adjusted to the situation. It was further evidence of their resiliency — not that he needed that, at this late date — and besides, nobody could afford to be distracted under present circumstances. McCoy and Scott, of course, continued to work doggedly at the problem of the replication whenever possible, but only one further clue had emerged: all of the experimental animals Scott had sent “out,” in imitation of Spock’s ill-fated non-journey, also “returned” as duplicates, but the duplicates all died within a few days thereafter. The surgeon could find no reason for their deaths, but even had he been able to do so, it seemed unlikely that the explanation would have been helpful, since it very obviously could not apply to the very much alive replicate Spock (whichever he was). Like all of the few other clues, it seemed to point nowhere in particular.

 

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