‘…So unless you take this golden package back with you, perhaps to place it on another world which does not yet have intelligence, there will be unnecessary death. Either your seedlings will perish before maturity or the native humans like us will eventually be swallowed up, if not killed outright, by the more capable beings you have engineered. That hardly seems to be a fair reward for our effort on your behalf.’
Carol stopped to watch four strange cords extend themselves from the top and near the bottom of the cylinder, wriggle through the air, and end up attached to the stanchions in the corners of the room. The carpets were becoming increasingly agitated. The two wardens finished supervising their prelaunch procedures. They turned abruptly toward the four human beings and moved in their direction.
Carol tightened her hold on Nick’s hand. ‘Perhaps it’s true that our natural development is a slow and not altogether satisfactory process,’ she continued, fear creeping into her voice as the wardens quickly approached them, ‘and it’s certainly true that we humans here make mistakes, both as individuals and as groups. However, you can’t overlook the fact that this imperfect process produced us, and we had enough foresight or compassion or whatever you want to call it—’
‘Hold it,’ shouted Troy. He seized the cradle from Nick’s hand and jumped directly into the path of one of the menacing wardens. He was only inches away from two whirling, threatening rods with cutting implements on the end. ‘Hold it,’ he shouted again. Miraculously, all activity ceased. The carpets and wardens stood still, the noises in the wall stopped, even the organ music was silenced. ‘Of all of us,’ Troy said in a loud voice, his head tilted back and aimed at the ceiling, ‘I have the most knowledge of what your mission is all about. And the most to lose by recommending that you abandon this part of it. But I agree with my friends.’
Troy removed his bracelet and then dramatically jammed both the bracelet and the cradle inside the warden. He felt as if he were plunging his hand into a bowl of hot bread dough. He released both objects and withdrew his hand. The warden didn’t move. The bracelet and the cradle remained where Troy left them inside the warden’s body.
‘From the very beginning I realized that the bracelet you gave me enabled me to have special powers, talents that were not naturally mine. I understood, without knowing the specifics, that there would be a substantial and continuing reward for my helping you. And I thought that finally, finally, Troy Jefferson would be somebody special in this world.’
Troy walked past the amazed Commander Winters, who was following the proceedings with a peaceful detachment, and came up beside Nick and Carol. It was absolutely quiet in the room. ‘When my brother, Jamie, was killed,’ he began again softly, ‘I swore that I would do whatever was necessary to leave my imprint on society. During those two years that I wandered all over the country, I spent most of my time daydreaming. My dreams all had the same conclusion. I would discover something new and earthshaking and become both rich and famous overnight.’
Troy gave Carol a quick kiss and winked. ‘I love you, angel,’ he said. ‘And you too, Professor.’ Troy then turned around and faced the covered cylinder. ‘When I left here on Thursday afternoon, I was so excited I couldn’t contain myself. I kept saying, “Shit, Jefferson, here it is. You are going to be the most important man in the history of the fucking world.”’
Troy paused. ‘But I have learned something very important these last three days,’ he said, ‘something that most of us probably never consider. It is that the process is more important than the end result. It is what you learn while you’re dreaming or scheming or working toward a goal that is essential and valuable, not the achievement of the goal itself. And that’s why you guys must now do what my friends have asked.
‘I know that you ETs have tried to explain to me in these last several minutes, through the bracelet that you offered me for life, that the new humans you are depositing here will lead us primitive beings into a bold and wonderful era. That may be true. And I agree that we could use some help, that our species is full of prejudice and selfishness and all kinds of other problems. But you cannot simply give us the answers. Without the benefit of the struggle to improve ourselves, without the process of overcoming our own weaknesses, there will be no fundamental change in us old humans. We will not become better. We will become second-class citizens, acolytes in a future of your vision and design. So take your perfect humans away and let us make it on our own. We deserve the chance.’
There was no movement in the room for several seconds after Troy finished. Then the warden in front of him jerked sideways and began to move. Troy braced for an attack. But the warden moved in the direction of the exit next to the cylinder. The bracelet and cradle could still be seen inside its body.
‘All right, team,’ Troy shouted happily. Nick and Carol hugged. Troy took Commander Winters by the hand. As they were leaving, the four of them turned around one last time to look at the large chamber. In this final view, each one of them saw the room in terms of his own amazing experiences. The noises had begun again behind the walls. And the carpets, platforms, and wardens were filing out of the room through the door beside the covered cylinder.
They had only been on board the boat for three or four minutes when the water underneath them suddenly became very turbulent. They were strangely quiet, all four of them. A frustrated Lieutenant Ramirez paced about the deck, trying to get someone to tell him what had happened under the water. Even Commander Winters virtually ignored the lieutenant and just shook his head or gave simple answers to all his questions.
They were certain that the spaceship was about to launch. They didn’t realize that it would glide gently away from their area first, so that it would not submerge them with a giant wave, before breaking the water and heading into the sky. The water stayed agitated for several minutes. All of them scanned the ocean for a sign of the vehicle.
‘Look,’ yelled Commander Winters excitedly, pointing at a giant silver bird lifting into the sky about forty-five degrees away from the early morning sun. Its ascent was initially slow, but as it rose it accelerated rapidly. Nick and Carol and Troy clasped hands tightly as they watched the awesome spectacle. Winters came over and stood beside the trio. After thirty seconds the craft had disappeared above the clouds. There was never any sound.
‘Fantastic,’ said Commander Winters.
Credits
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER PETER GUBER
PRODUCTION EXECUTIVES ROGER BIRNBAUM
LUCY FISHER
PRODUCTION DESIGNER ARTHUR C. CLARKE
LOCATION MANAGER GENTRY LEE
LOGISTICS AND CATERING HECTOR EKANAYAKE
VALERIE EKANAYAKE
RESEARCH ASSISTANTS GERRY SNYDER
ALAN LADWIG
STORY CONSULTANTS COOPER LEE
AUSTIN LEE
CASTING DIRECTOR STACEY KIDDOO LEE
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR RUSSELL GALEN
PRODUCER GENTRY LEE
DIRECTOR ARTHUR C. CLARKE
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