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  'I think the greatest problem lies in the kind of people who turn out to be the right kind of telepaths,' said Allen. 'Jay is the only man trained in science that we have. The others are not equipped to handle some of the material they are getting. I still think we could try to give some of them training in certain fields.'

  'We tried it,' said Thomas, 'and it didn't work. These are a special breed of people. Sensitives. They have to be handled with kid gloves or you destroy them. And under special kinds of strain. The strange thing about it, fragile as some of their personalities may be, they stand up to these special strains. Many ordinary people would crack if they knew they were in contact with an alien mind. A few of ours have, but not many. They have stood up under it. But they occasionally need support. It's my job to try to give it to them. They come to me with their fears, their doubts, their glory and elation. They cry on my shoulder, they scream at me…'

  'The one thing that astounds me,' said Allen, 'is that they still maintain their relationships with non-telepaths. They are, as you have said, a very special breed. To them, it might seem, the rest of us would be little better than cloddish animals. Yet that does not seem to be the case. They've retained their humanity. It has been my observation, as well, that they don't get chummy with the aliens they are working with. Books. I guess that's it. They treat the aliens as books they'd take down off the shelf to read for information.'

  'All of them except Jay. He has worked up a fairly easy relationship with this last one. Calls him Einstein. None of the others have names for their aliens.'

  'Jay is a good man. Wasn't he the one who came up with the synthetic molecules?'

  'That's right. He was one of the first successful operators. The first, if I remember rightly, who tolerated the brain implant. Others got the implant, but they had trouble with it. Some of them a lot of trouble. Of course, by the time Jay got his, there had been some improvement.'

  'Paul, is the implant absolutely necessary?'

  'The boys upstairs think it is. I don't know enough about it, technically that is, to be sure. First, you have to find the right kind of telepath — not just a high quality telepath, but the right kind. Then the implant is made, not to increase the range, as some people will tell you, but to re-enforce the natural ability. It also has something to do, quite a bit to do, with the storage of the information. Range, as such, probably is not really important. On the face of it, it shouldn't be, for the waves or pulses or whatever they are that enable telepaths to talk to one another are instantaneous. The time and distance factors are cancelled out entirely and the pulses are immune to the restrictions of the electromagnetic spectrum. They are a phenomenon entirely outside the spectrum.'

  'Key, of course, to the entire project,' said Allen, 'lay in the development of the capability to record and store the information that is exchanged in the telepathic communication. A development of the earlier brain-waves studies.'

  'You're right,' said Thomas. 'It would have been impossible to rely on the memories of the telepaths. Many of them, most of them, in fact, have only a marginal understanding of what they are told; they are handling information that is beyond their comprehension. They have a general idea, probably, but they miss a lot of it. Jay is an exception, of course. And that makes it easier with him. But with the others, the ones who do not fully understand, we have a record of the communications in the memory bank.'

  'We need more operators,' said Allen. 'We're barely touching all the sources out there. And we can't go skipping around a lot because if we did, we might be passing up some fairly solid material. We do our recruiting and we uncover a lot of incipient telepaths, of course, but very few of the kind we are looking for.'

  'At no time,' said Thomas, 'are there ever too many of them to find.'

  'We got off what we were talking about,' said Allen. 'Mary Kay and Jennie, wasn't it?'

  'I guess it was. They're the question marks. Jay either will pin down the matter of FTL or he'll not be able to. Dick will keep on with the economics and will either get some worth-while feedback or he won't. Those are the kinds of odds we have to play. Hal will go on talking with his alien computer and we eventually may get something out of it. One of these days, we'll jerk the memory banks on that one and see what we have. I'd guess there might be some nebulous ideas we could play around with. But Mary Kay and Jennie — Christ, they're into something that is beyond anything we ever bargained for. Mary Kay a simulation — or maybe even the actuality — of a heavenly existence, a sort of Paradise, and Jennie with overtones of an existence beyond the grave. These are the kinds of things that people have been yearning for since the world began. This is what made billions of people, over the ages, tolerate religions. It poses a problem — both of them pose problems.'

  'If something came of either of them,' said Allen, 'what would we do with it?'

  That's right. Yet, you can't go chicken on it. You can't just turn it off because you're afraid of it.'

  'You're afraid of it, Paul?'

  T guess I am. Not personally. Personally, like everyone else, I would like to know. But can you imagine what would happen if we dumped it on the world?'

  'I think I can. A sweep of unrealistic euphoria. New cults rising and we have more cults than we can handle now. A disruptive, perhaps a destructive impact on society.'

  'So what do we do? It's something we may have to face.'

  'We play it by ear,' said Allen. 'We make a decision when we have to. As project manager, you can control what comes out of here. Which may make Ben Russell unhappy, but something like this business of Mary Kay and Jennie is precisely why the director was given that kind of authority.'

  'Sit on it?' asked Thomas.

  'That's right. Sit on it. Watch it. Keep close tabs on it. But don't fret about it. Not now at least. Fretting time may be some distance down the road.'

  'I don't know why I bothered you,' said Thomas. 'That's exactly what I intended all along.'

  'You bothered me,' said Allen, 'because you wanted someone in to help you finish up that bottle.'

  Thomas reached for the bottle. 'Let's be about it, then.'

  VII

  'If you had to invent a universe,' asked Mary Kay, 'if you really had to, I mean; if it was your job and you had to do it, what kind of universe would you invent?'

  'A universe that went on and on,' said Martin. 'A universe with no beginning and no end. Hoyle's kind of universe.

  Where there'd be the time and space for everything that possibly could happen, to happen.'

  That entropy thing really got to you, didn't it. A voice out of the void saying it was all coming to an end.'

  Martin crinkled his forehead. 'More now than it did to start with. Now that I've had time to think it over. Christ, think of it. We've been sitting here, us and all the people before us, thinking that there was no end, ever. Telling ourselves we had all the time there is. Not considering our own mortality, that is. Thinking racially, not of ourselves alone. Not ourselves, but all the people who come after us. An expanding universe, we told ourselves. And maybe now it isn't. Maybe, right this minute, it is a contracting universe. Rushing back, all the old dead matter, all the played-out energy.'

  'It has no real bearing on us,' said Mary Kay. 'No physical effect. We won't be caught in the crunch, not right away at least. Our agony is intellectual. It does violence to our concept of the universe. That's what hurts. That a thing so big, so beautiful — the only thing we really know — is coming to an end.'

  'They could have been wrong,' he said. They might have miscalculated. Their observations might have been faulty. And it might not really be the end. There might still be another universe. Once everything retreated back as far as it could go, there might be another cosmic explosion and another universe.'

  'But it wouldn't be the same,' she said. 'It would be a different universe. Not our universe. It would give rise to different kinds of life, new kinds of intellect. Or maybe no life or intellect at all. Just the matter and the energy. S
tars burning for themselves. No one to see them and to wonder. That, Jay, is what has made our universe so wonderful. Little blobs of life that held the capacity to wonder.'

  'Not only the wonder,' Jay told her, 'but the audacity to probe beyond the wonder. The grief in that warning was not that the universe was coming to an end, but that it was doing so before someone could find out what it was.'

  'Jay, I've been wondering…'

  'You're always wondering. What is it this time?'

  'It's silly. All my wondering is silly. But, do you suppose that we can experience things in time, reach things in time as well as in space?'

  T don't know. I've never thought of it.'

  'You know this place I've found. So quiet. So wonderful. So happy and so holy. Have you any idea of what it might be?'

  'Let's not get into that right now,' said Jay. 'You'll just upset yourself. Everyone else has left. Maybe we should be leaving, too.'

  He looked around the empty lounge, made a motion to get up. She reached for his arm and held him there.

  'I've been thinking about it,' she said. 'I've been wondering if this place of mine is what is left after everything is gone. When the universe is gone. The few good things left over, the worthwhile things left over. The things we have never valued enough. We or any of the others out there. The peace, the love, the holiness. These are the things, I think, that will survive.'

  T don't know, Mary. God, how could I know.'

  'I hope it is,' she said. T so hope it is. I have a feeling that it is. I go so much on feeling. In the place I found, you have to depend on what you feel. There is nothing else. Just the feeling. Do you ever depend on feeling, Jay?'

  'No, I don't,' he told her. He got to his feet, put out a hand to help her up. 'Do you know,' he said, 'that you are beautiful and crazy.'

  Suddenly he bent double getting the handkerchief to his face barely in time to catch the sneeze.

  'Poor Jay,' she said. 'You still have your allergy.'

  VIII

  Martin settled himself before the console, shoved the helmet more comfortably into place. The helmet was a nuisance, but he had to wear it, for it was the mechanism that fed the information into the data banks.

  — Einstein, are you there? he asked.

  — 1 am here, said Einstein, ready to begin. You have your allergy again. Are you ingesting chemicals?

  — Yes. And they don't help a lot.

  — We sorrow for you greatly.

  — I thank you very much, said Martin.

  — When last we quit, we were discussing…

  — A moment, Einstein. I have a question. -Ask.

  — It has nothing to do with what we were discussing. It's a question I long have wanted to ask and never had the courage.

  — Ask.

  — For a long time, we have been talking about faster-than-light and I am not understanding. You've been patient with me. You overlook my stupidity. Still willing to keep on, when at times it must seem hopeless to you. I want to ask you why. Why are you willing to keep on?

  — Simple, Einstein said. You help us. We help you.

  — But I haven't helped you.

  — Yes, you have. You recall occasion first we took notice of your allergy?

  — That was a long time ago.

  — We asked you can you do anything to help it. And you say a term at the time we do not know.

  — Medicine?

  — That was it. We asked you, medicine? And you explain. Chemicals you say. Chemicals we know.

  — Yes, I guess I did say that.

  — Medicine-chemicals entirely new to us. Never heard of them. Never thought of them.

  — You mean you had no idea of medicine?

  — Correct. Affirmative. Had no idea, ever.

  — But, you never asked me about it. I would have been willing to tell you.

  — We did ask. Now and then we asked. Very briefly, very carefully. So you would not know.

  — Why? Why briefly? Why carefully?

  — So great a thing. Too big to share with others. Now I see we misjudge you. I am very sorry.

  — You should be, Martin said. I thought you were my friend.

  — Friend, of course, but even among friends…

  — You were willing to tell of faster-than-light.

  — No great thing. Many others have it. Very simple, once you catch it.

  — I'm glad to hear you say so. How are you doing on medicine?

  — Slowly, but some progress. Things we need to know.

  — So go ahead and ask. said Martin.

  IX

  Thomas looked questioningly across the desk at Martin.

  'You mean to tell me, Jay, that Einstein's people had never thought of medicine. That they know chemistry and had never thought of medicine?'

  'Well, it's not quite that simple,' said Martin. They have a hang-up. Their bodies are sacred. Temples of their souls. Einstein didn't actually say that; it is my interpretation of what he said. But, anyhow, their bodies are sacred and they don't tamper with them.'

  'In that case, they'll have a hell of a time selling medicine to their public.'

  'I suppose so. But with Einstein and some of his fellows, that's different. An elite clique, I gather, standing above the general public, perhaps a bit contemptuous of the public, not sharing all the superstitions the general public holds. Willing, even anxious, to pick up what might be considered iconoclastic ideas. Willing, at least, to have a try at them. With the forces of the old beliefs and prejudices bearing on them, however, it's not to be wondered at that they never thought of medicine.'

  They're willing to let you tell them about it?'

  'Anxious. Strangely excited about it — a sort of nervous excitement. As if they know they're doing wrong, but are going to do it anyhow. All I can give them, of course, is the basic thinking on medicine. They'll have to work out the details themselves, adapting them to their situation. I gave them what I could today. I'll have to bone up on the theory of medicine to give them much more. There should be material in the library.'

  'I'm sure there is,' said Thomas.

  'I thought for a while I'd lost Einstein. I told him that to develop medicine they'd have to know about their bodies…'

  'And since their bodies are sacred…'

  Martin nodded. That's the idea, exactly. Einstein asked how they'd get to know about their bodies and I said dissection. I told him what dissection was and that was when I thought I'd blown it. He was getting more than he asked for, more than he really wanted, and a lot of it he didn't like. But he was a man about it; he gulped and gagged somewhat and finally came to terms with it. It appears he is a devoted soul. Once he gets his teeth into something, he hangs onto it.'

  'You think he and the rest of his clique will go ahead with it?'

  'I'm not sure, Paul. I think so. He tended to wax a bit philosophical about it. Trying to talk himself more firmly into the idea of going ahead with it. And while he was doing this, I was wondering how many similar hang-ups we may have that makes it hard or impossible to use some of the ideas we may get. Here is this advanced culture, a forward-looking society, and yet an old obsession that probably dates back to primordial times has made it impossible for them to come up with the concept of medicine.'

  'Our own history of medicine,' said Thomas, 'is not too dissimilar. We had to sweep away a lot of superstition and wrong thinking before we could get even a decent start in the healing art.'

  'I suppose so,' said Martin. 'But, dammit, the whole thing makes me feel good. If Einstein goes ahead with it, and I think he will, it means we've been of some use. Like I said last night, we may be beginning to pay our dues. We aren't just Cub Scouts any longer. I had no idea, you see, of what was going on. The sneaky son-of-a-bitch was trying to steal the idea of medicine from me, bit by tiny bit.'

  'I'd suspect we may be doing much the same thing on our part,' said Thomas. 'We're handling some of those jokers out there far too gently, more than likely, than there
is any need to. Going easy on them, afraid of doing something wrong and scaring them off. I would suspect this is because of our inferiority complex, brought about by the kind of company we're keeping. Get a few more deals like your medicine show under our belts and we'll no longer have it. We'll be right up there with the rest of them.'

  'I hesitated to ask him,' said Martin, 'about why he was sticking with me. Like you say, I probably was afraid of scaring him off. But it bugged me, it had bugged me for a long time. So I thought, why not? why not be honest with him? And once I was honest with him, he decided to be honest with me. It does beat hell how things sometimes turn out.'

  'I don't suppose you had much time to talk about FTL today. That's all right. Maybe a few days off may help. And now you'll feel less guilty at the time Einstein spends on it. You can bear down a little harder on him.'

  'No time on FTL today at all,' said Martin. 'But you may be right. I've been doing some thinking about it. I talked with Mary Kay last night and she asked me if I stuck to hard fact all the time or if I paid some attention to my feelings, how I felt about it. I suppose she was trying to say hunches and not quite making it. I told her my feelings played no part in it. I've never let them play a part. I've tried to stick to the pure science of it — if, in fact, there is any science in it. This afternoon I got to thinking about it and maybe I was wrong…'