"I would say they are some ten kilometers off, Vladimir Ivanovitch." The priest"s beard waggled when he spoke. It was matted with rain and hung stiffly across his coa.r.s.e robe. "They are circling about, not approaching us. Perhaps G.o.d is misleading them."

Panyushkin shrugged. He was a materialist himself. But if the man of G.o.d was willing to help him against the Soviet government, he was glad to accept that help. "And perhaps they have other plans," he answered. "I think we had best consult Fyodor Alexandrovitch."

"It is not good for him to be used so much, my son," said the priest. "He is very tired."

"So are we all, my friend." Panyushkin"s words were toneless. "But this is a key operation. If we can cut across to Kirovograd, we can isolate the Ukraine from the rest of the country. Then the Ukrainian nationalists can rise with hope of success."

He whistled softly, a few notes with a large meaning. Music could be made a language. The whole uprising, throughout the Soviet empire, depended in part on secret languages made up overnight.

The Sensitive came out of the dripping brush which concealed Panyushkin"s troops. He was small for his fourteen years, and there was a blankness behind his eyes. The priest noted the hectic flush in his cheeks and crossed himself, murmuring a prayer for the boy. It was saddening to use him so hard. But if the G.o.dless men were to be over-thrown at all, it would have to be soon, and the Sensitives were necessary.

They were the untappable, unjammable, undetectable link which tied together angry men from Riga to Vladivostok; the best of them were spies such as no army had ever owned before. But there were still many who stood by the masters, for reasons of loyalty or fear or self-interest, and they had most of the weapons. Therefore a whole new concept of war had to be invented by the rebels.

A people may loathe their government, but endure it because they know those who protest will die. But if all the people can be joined together, to act at once-or, most of them, simply to disobey with a deadly kind of peacefulness-the government can only shoot a few. Cut off from its own strong roots, the land and the folk, a government is vulnerable and less than a million armed men may be sufficient to destroy it.

"There is a Red Star," said Panyushkin, pointing out into the rain. "Can you tell what they plan, Fyodor Alexandrovitch?"

The boy sat down on the running, sopping hillside and closed his eyes. Panyushkin watched him somberly. It was hard enough being a link with ten thousand other Sensitives across half a continent.

Reaching for unlike minds would strain him close to the limit. But it had to be done.

"There is-they know us." The boy"s voice seemed to come from very far away.

"They-have-instruments. Their metal smells us. They-no, it is death! They send death!" He opened his eyes, sucked in a sharp gasp, and fainted. The priest knelt to take him up and cast Panyushkin a reproachful look."Guided missiles!" The leader whirled on his heel. "So they do have detectors like ours now. Good thing,we checked, eh, priest? Now let us get away from here before the rockets cornel"

He left enough metallic stuff behind to fool the instruments, and led his men along the ridge of hills. While the army was busy firing rockets on his camp, he would be readying an attack on their rear.

With or without the help of the priest"s incomprehensible G.o.d, he felt quite sure that the attack would succeed.

Felix Mandelbaum had hardly settled into his chair when the annunciator spoke. "Gantry." The secretary"s tone of voice said that it was important.

Gantry-he didn"t know anybody of that name. He sighed and looked out the windows. Morning shadow still lay cool across the streets, but it was going to be a hot day.

There was a tank squatting on its treads down there, guns out to guard City Hall. The worst of the violence seemed to have pa.s.sed: the Third Ba"al cult was falling apart rapidly after the prophet"s ignominious capture last week, the criminal gangs were being dealt with as the militia grew in size and experience, a measure of calm was returning to the city. But there was no telling what still prowled the outer districts, and there were surely going to be other storms before everything was finally under control.

Mandelbaum sat back in his chair, forcing tensed muscles to relax. He always felt tired these days, under the thin hard-held surface of energy. Too much to do, too little time for sleep. He pushed the buzzer which signalled: Let him in.

Gantry was a tall rawboned man whose good clothes did not quite fit him. There was an upstate tw.a.n.g in the ill-tempered voice: "They tell me you"re the dictator of the city now."

"Not exactly," said Mandelbaum, smiling. "I"m just a sort of general trouble shooter for the mayor and the council."

"Yeah. But when there"s nothing but trouble, the trouble shooter gets to be boss." There was a truculence in the swift reply. Mandelbaum didn"t try to deny the charge, it was true enough. The mayor had all he could do handling ordinary administrative machinery; Mandelbaum was the flexible man, the co-ordinator of a thousand quarreling elements, the maker of basic policy, and the newly created city council rarely failed to vote as he suggested.

"Sit down," he invited. "What"s your trouble?" His racing mind already knew the answer, but he gained time by making the other spell it out for him.

"I represent the truck farmers of eight counties. I was sent here to ask what your people mean by robbing us."

"Robbing?" asked Mandelbaum innocently.

"You know as well as I do. When we wouldn"t take dollars for our stuff they tried to give us city scrip.

And when we wouldn"t take that, they said they"d seize our crops."

"I know," said Mandelbaum. "Some of the boys are pretty tactless. I"m sorry."

Gantry"s eyes narrowed. "Are you ready to say they won"t pull guns on us? I hope so, because we got guns of our own."

"Have you got tanks and planes too?" asked Mandelbaum. He waited an instant for the meaning to sinkin, then went on swiftly: "Look, Mr. Gantry, there are six or seven million people left in this city. If we can"t a.s.sure them a regular food supply, they"ll starve. Can your a.s.sociation stand by and let seven million innocent men, women, and children die of hunger while you sit on more food than you can eat?

No. You"re decent human beings. You couldn"t."

"I don"t know," said Gantry grimly. "After what that mob did when it came stampeding out of the city last month---"

"Believe me, the city government did everything it could to stop them. We failed in part, the panic was too big, but we did keep the whole city from moving out on you." Mandelbaum made a bridge of his fingers and said judicially: "Now if you really were monsters you"d let the rest of them stay here to die.

Only they wouldn"t. Sooner or later, they"d all swarm out on you, and then everything would go under."

"Sure. Sure." Gantry twisted his large red hands together. Somehow, he found himself on the defensive.

"It ain"t that we want to make trouble, out in the country. It"s just-well, we raise food for you, but you ain"t paying us. You"re just taking it. Your scrip don"t mean a thing. What can we buy with it?"

"Nothing, now," said Mandelbaum candidly. "But believe me, it"s not our fault. The people here want to work. We just haven"t got things organized enough yet. Once we do, our scrip will mean things like clothes and machinery for you. If you let us starve, though-where"s your market then?"

"All that was said at the a.s.sociation meeting," replied Gantry. "The thing is, what guarantee have we got that you"ll keep your end of the bargain?"

"Look, Mr. Gantry, we do want to co-operate. We want it so much that we"re prepared to offer a representative of your people a seat on the city council. Then how can we double-cross you?"

"Hmmm-" Gantry"s eyes narrowed shrewdly. "How many members on the council all told?"

They bargained for a while, and Gantry left with a city offer of four seats which would hold special veto powers on certain matters concerning rural policy. Mandelbaum was sure the farmers would accept it: it looked like a distinct victory for their side.

He grinned to himself. How do you define victory? The veto power wouldn"t mean a thing, because rural policy was perfectly straightforward anyway. The city, the whole state and nation, would gain by the reunification of so large an area. Perhaps the piled-up debt to the farmers would never be paid-society was changing so rapidly that there might be no more cities in a few years-but that, however lamentable, was a small matter. What counted now was survival.

"North and Morgan," said the annunciator.

Mandelbaum braced himself. This was going to be tougher. The waterfront boss and the crazy political theorist had their own ambitions, and considerable followings-too large to be put down by force. He stood up politely to greet them.

North was a burly man, his face hard under its layers of fat; Morgan was slighter physically, but his eyes smoldered under the high bald forehead. They glared at each other as they came in, and looked accusingly at Mandelbaum. North growled their mutual question: "What"s the idea bringing us in at the same time? I wanted to see you in private?"

"Sorry," said Mandelbaum insincerely. "There must have been a mix-up. Would you mind both just sitting down for a few minutes, though? Maybe we can work it out together somehow."

"There is no "somehow" about it," snapped Morgan. "I and my followers are getting sick of seeing theobvious principles of Dynapsychism ignored in this government. I warn you, unless you reorganize soon along sensible lines---"

North brushed him aside and turned to Mandelbaum. "Look here, there"re close to a hundred ships layin" idle in the port of New York while th" East Coast and Europe"re yellin" for trade. My boys"re gettin" fed up with havin" their voice go unheard."

"We haven"t had much word from Europe lately," said Mandelbaum in apologetic tone. "And things are too mixed up yet for us even to try coastwise trading. What"d we trade with? Where"d we find fuel for those ships? I"m sorry, but---" His mind went on: The red trouble is, your racket hasn"t got any -waterfront to live off now.

"It all comes from blind stubbornness," declared Morgan. "As I have conclusively shown, a social integration along the psychological principles I have discovered would eliminate---"

And your trouble is, you -want power, and too many people are still hunting a panacea, a final answer, thought Mandelbaum coldly. You sound intellectual, so they think you are; a certain cla.s.s still wants a man on a white horse, but prefers him with a textbook under one arm. You and Lenin !.

"Excuse me," he said aloud. "What do you propose to do, Mr. North?"

"New York started as a port an" it"ll be a port again before long. This time we wanna see that the workers that make the port go, get their fair share in governin" it!"

In other words, you also want to be dictator. Aloud, thoughtfully: "There may be something in what you both say. But we can"t do everything at once, you know. It seems to me, though, like you two gentlemen are thinking along pretty parallel lines. Why don"t you get together and present a united front?

Then I"d find it a lot easier to put your proposals before the council."

Morgan"s pale cheeks flushed. "A band of sweaty human machines---"

North"s big fists doubled. "Watch y"r langwidge, sonny boy."

"No, really," said Mandelbaum. "You both want a better integrated government, don"t you? It seems to me---"

Hmmm. The same thought lit the two pairs of eyes. It had been shockingly easy to plant it. Together, perhaps, we could... and then afterward I can get rid of him--- There was more discussion, but it ended with North and Morgan going out together. Mandelbaum could almost read their contempt for him; hadn"t he ever heard of divide and rule?

Briefly, there was sadness in him. So far, people hadn"t really changed much. The wild-eyed dreamer simply built higher castles in the clouds; the hard-boiled racketeer had no vocabulary of ideas or concepts to rise above his own language of greed.

It wouldn"t last. Within months, there would be no more Norths and no more Morgans. The change in themselves, and in all mankind, would destroy their littleness. But meanwhile, they were dangerous animals and had to be dealt with.

He reached for the phone and called over the web operated for him alone."Hullo, Bowers? How"re you doing? ---Look, I"ve got the Dynapsychist and the rackets boss together. They"ll probably plan a sort of fake Popular Front, with the idea of getting seats on the council and then taking over the whole show by force-palace revolution, coup d"etat, whatever you call it.---Yeh. Alert our agents in both parties. I"ll want complete reports.

Then we want to use those agents to egg them on against each other.

---Yeah, the alliance is as unstable as any I ever heard of. A little careful pushing, and they"ll bury the hatchet all right-in each other. Then when the militia has mopped up what"s left of the tong war, we can start our propaganda campaign in favor of common sense. ---Sure, it"ll take some tricky timing, but we can swing it.---"

For a moment, as he laid the phone down, his face sagged with an old grief. He had just condemned some scores of people, most of whom were merely bewildered and misled, to death. But it couldn"t be helped. He had the life and freedom of several million human beings to save-the price was not exorbitant.

"Uneasy sits the b.u.t.t that bears the boss," he muttered, and looked at his appointment list. There was an hour yet before the representative from Albany arrived. That was going to be a hot one to handle. The city was breaking state and national laws every day-it had to-and the governor was outraged. He wanted to bring the whole state back under his own authority. It wasn"t an unreasonable wish, but the times weren"t ripe; and when they eventually were, the old forms of government would be no more important than the difference between h.o.m.oousfen and h.o.m.oiousian. But it was going to take a lot of argument to convince the Albany man of that.

Meanwhile, though, he had an hour free. He hesitated for a split second between working on the new rationing system and on the plans for extending law and order to outer Jersey. Then he laid both aside in favor of the latest report on the water situation.

CHAPTER TEN.

THERE WAS A DIMNESS in the laboratory which made the pulsing light at the machine"s heart stand out all the brighter, weirdly blue and restless between the coils and the impa.s.sive meter faces.

Grunewald"s face was corpse-colored as he bent over it.

"Well," he said unnecessarily, "that seems to be that."

He flicked the main switch, and the electric hum whined and the light died. For a moment he stood thoughtfully regarding the anesthesized rat within the coils. Hairlike wires ran from its shaven body to the meters over which Johansson and Lewis stood.

Lewis nodded. "Neural rate jumps up again." He touched the dials of the oscilloscope with finicking care.

"And just about on the curve we predicted. You"ve generated an inhibitor field, all right." There would be other tests to make, detailed study, but that could be left to a.s.sistants. The main problem was solved.

Grunewald reached in with thick, oddly delicate hands and took out the rat and began extracting the probes. "Poor little guy," he murmured. "I wonder if we"re doing him a favor."

Corinth, hunched moodily on a stool, looked up sharply.

"What use is intelligence to him?" pursued Grunewald. "It just makes him realize the horror of his own position. What use is it to any of us, in fact?"

"Would you go back, yourself?" asked Corinth."Yes." Grunewald"s square blond face held a sudden defiance. "Yes, I would. It"s not good to think too much or too clearly."

"Maybe," whispered Corinth, "maybe you"ve got something there. The new civilization-not merely its technology, but its whole value system, all its dreams and hopes-will have to be built afresh, and that will take many generations. We"re savages now, with all the barrenness of the savage"s existence.

Science isn"t the whole of life."

"No," said Lewis. "But scientists-like artists of all kinds, I suppose- have by and large kept their sanity through the change because they had a purpose in life to start with, something outside themselves to which they could give all they had." His plump face flashed with a tomcat grin. "Also, Pete, as an old sensualist I"m charmed with all the new possibilities. The art and music I used to swoon over have gone, yes, but I don"t appreciate good wine and cuisine the less; in fact, my perception is heightened, there are nuances I never suspected before."

It had been a strange conversation, one of a few words and many gestures and facial expressions thrown into a simultaneous discussion of technical problems: "Well," Johansson had said, "we"ve got our inhibitor field. Now it"s up to you neurologists to study it in detail and find out just what we can expect to happen to life on Earth."

"Uh-huh," said Lewis. "I"m not working on that just now, though, except as a kibitzer. Bronzini and MacAndrews can handle it. I"m co-opting myself into the psychological department, which is not only more interesting but of more immediate practical importance. I"ll handle the neurological-cybernetic aspect of their work."

"Our old psychology is almost useless," nodded Corinth. "We"re changing too much to understand our own motivations any more. Why am I spending most of my time here, when maybe I should be home helping Sheila face her adjustment? I just can"t help myself, I have to explore this new field, but--- To start afresh, on a rational basis, we"ll have to know something about the dynamics of man---As for me, I"m off this baby too, now that we"ve actually succeeded in generating a field. Rossman wants me to work on his s.p.a.ceship project as soon as he can get it organized."

"s.p.a.ceship-faster-than-light travel, eh?"

"That"s right. The principle uses an aspect of wave mechanics which wasn"t suspected before the change.

We"ll generate a psi wave which--- Never mind, I"ll explain it to you when you"ve gotten around to learning tensor a.n.a.lysis and matrix algebra. I"m collaborating with some others here in drawing up plans for the thing, while we wait for the men and materials to start building. We should be able to go anywhere in the galaxy once we"ve got the ship."

The two threads coalesced: "Running away from ourselves," said Grune-wald. "Running into s.p.a.ce itself to escape." For a moment the four men were silent, thinking.

Corinth got to his feet. "I"m going home," he said harshly.

His mind was a labyrinth of interweaving thought chains as he went down the stairs. Mostly he was thinking of Sheila, but something whispered of Helga too, and there was a flow of diagrams and equations, a vision of chill immensity through which the Earth spun like a bit of dust. An oddly detached part of himself was coolly studying that web of thought, so that he could learn how it worked and trainhimself to handle his own potentialities.

Language: The men of the Inst.i.tute, who knew each other, were involuntarily developing a new set of communication symbols, a subtle and powerful thing in which every gesture had meaning and the speeding brain of the listener, without conscious effort, filled in the gaps and grasped the many-leveled meaning. It was almost too efficient, you gave your inmost self away. The man of the future would likely go naked in soul as well as in body, and Corinth wasn"t sure he liked the prospect.

But then there was Sheila and himself; their mutual understanding made their talk unintelligible to an outsider. And there were a thousand, a million groups throughout the world, creating their own dialects on a basis of past experience which had not been shared with all humanity. Some arbitrary language for the whole world would have to be devised.

Telepathy? There could no longer be any doubt that it existed, in some people at least. Extrasensory perception would have to be investigated when things had quieted down. There was so much to do, and life was so terribly short!

Corinth shivered. Fear of personal extinction was supposed to be an adolescent reaction; but in a sense, all men were adolescents once more, on a new plane-no, children, babies.

Well, no doubt the biologists would within the next few years find some means of lengthening the lifespan, prolonging it for centuries perhaps. But was that ultimately desirable?

He came out on the street and located the automobile Rossman had provided for him. At least, he thought wryly as he entered it, the parking problem has been solved. No more traffic like there once -was.

Eventually, no more New York. Big cities had no real economic justification. He came from a small town, and he had always loved mountains and forests and sea. Still, there was something about this brawling, frenetic, overcrowded, hard, inhuman, magnificent city whose absence would leave an empty spot in the world to come.