Part 12 (2/2)

”A golem,” she repeated, staring at him.

”In Proton, in my own body, I am that,” he agreed. ”I could cut off my finger, or my arm, or my head, and still function.” He smiled briefly. ”Of course I would have some trouble seeing or hearing or speaking without my head. But I wouldn't die, because I am not alive.”

”A golem,” she said again. ”A thing without feeling.”

”Well, I can feel; I have tactile sensors. And I can feel mentally, too, because I am programmed for it. For consciousness. But it's not the same as living.”

She seemed stunned. She approached him, looking him up and down. Her lower lip trembled. ”O, what a fool I be, baring myself to thee, who canst not care.”

Not care?

Mach enfolded her and kissed her. Suddenly all that had been revealed in the past hour ceased to have meaning. He was a machine and she was an animal, and they had known each other only a night and a day, and during most of that they had misunderstood each other . . . and they were close to being in love.

7 - Citizen

The flyer carried them northeast across the wasteland at high velocity: the direction opposite to the one they wanted. The prospect of rendezvous became increasingly remote.

Bane shook his head. ”If only we had wrecked the vehicle not!” he muttered.

”My fault,” Agape said. ”I asked you to show me-”

He put his fingers against her lips, silencing her. ”It was something I wanted to do. Still want to do.” He put his arms around her, and she rested her head against his shoulder. She was out of the suit now, naked in the serf manner.

”Perhaps if we explain to your family, they will help you,” she said. ”Are they not good people?”

”Surely they be so,” he said. 'They must be very similar to mine own parents. Probably I should have done that first.”

”Then you would have been back in your own frame by now, and I would not have met you, Bane.”

”And I would not have met thee,” he agreed, and hugged her closer. She was what she called an amoeba, a completely flexible creature, yet this did not differ much in his view from the way of any of the werefolk. She could be quite at home in Phaze. Of course he would probably not have been attracted to her, had he encountered her in Phaze. Fleta was as pretty in her human form as any true human woman, and as nice a person, but he had never been romantically interested in her. In Phaze, human beings could be friends with animals, and could play some rather intimate games with them, but they did not love them or marry them. His father's friends.h.i.+p with Neysa, Fleta's dam, had raised eyebrows in the old days, Bane understood. But Stile had married the Lady Blue, of course, and Neysa had returned to her Herd to be bred by the Herd Stallion. Thus Bane himself had come to be, and Fleta, and their lifelong a.s.sociation and friends.h.i.+p.

He faulted none of this-but he would have perceived Agape as a form of animal, and that would have made a critical difference. She was not, of course; she vas an intelligent and talented creature from another world. Because he had been introduced to her as that, or as a human being at first, his fundamental perception of her had differed. Then, when she had helped him so loyally, when he needed help most-but he couldn't say all this. Not now, with the serfs of the flying machine listening. He just held her close and wished that she could join him in Phaze. For the truth was that though he had always understood he was to marry a human girl, he had found none he liked well enough for that. The village girls tended to be wary of Adepts, with reason, and avoided him whenever they could do so without giving offense. He had needed a relations.h.i.+p with a girl of some other Adept family-and the only ones of his age were in the families of the Adverse Adepts. Thus certain of the animal folk had been better company for him, though he had known this to be a dead-end a.s.sociation.

In due course the craft landed. They pa.s.sed from its lock directly into a dome, where serfs guided them to cleaning stalls and then to a residential suite. ”Eat, sleep,” the foreman serf said. ”Tomorrow Citizen White will have an audience.”

”Citizen White?” Bane asked. ”I thought we were being taken to Citizen Blue.”

The serf shrugged. ”Perhaps the Citizen will explain. Meanwhile, rest.”

That seemed to be it. Bane understood that in Proton, Citizens governed, and no serf could question the actions or motives of a Citizen. He chafed against the delay in his search for his other self, but knew he could do nothing. They might as well have been prisoners.

But he remained with Agape, and that was a considerable compensation. Now, without further guilt or distraction, he could complete his understanding with her.

They went to the food dispenser in the suite, and Agape got a nutro-bev. Bane found that he wasn't hungry, not because of any tension or fatigue, but because his robot body did not require food. So he simply watched her eat. That turned out to be a remarkable experience in itself.

Then they adjourned to the bedroom. ”I can show thee now,” he said, though somewhat shaken by the recent spectacle of her meal. Still, she had warned him. ”There be room enough here.”

”Oh, Bane, I do want to know,” she said. ”But I have been up and active for so long-it is past midnight now- I do not think I can hold my form much longer. I fear I would melt in the middle of it.”

That could be awkward, Bane had to agree. ”Rest, then; we can do it in the morning.” He was privately relieved. He was, as he had told her, used to observing shape-changing in others, but this had been not exactly that.

”You might not like to see me sleep,” she said. ”I return to my natural state.”

”Thy natural state should not bother me,” he said, hoping he spoke accurately. ”But what will I do, while thou dost sleep? This body be not tired at all.”

”Use the computer access to gain entertainment or education,” she suggested. ”Here, I will show you how.”

Soon Bane was seated before a screen, watching three-dimensional moving pictures within it. He found this fascinating, so very much like magic that it seemed pointless not to call it that. He could cause the pictures to change merely by telling them to.

He directed the screen to fill him in on the history of Proton. He wanted to know what had happened here after the frames had separated. He knew from what his father had said that once there was fairly free travel between the frames; each permanent resident of one frame seemed to have an other self in their other frame, who resembled him exactly. But only when one self died could the other cross what was called the curtain to the other frame. Stile had crossed when the Blue Adept died, and Stile had taken Blue's place in the Blue Demesnes. But Blue had not been quite wholly dead; he had taken Stile's body in Proton and taken up residence there. Stile himself had animated a golem body, which performed just like the original one. Such magnificent magic had been possible in those days. Then the fundamental stuff of magic, the rock Phazite, had been diminished; half of it had been transferred to Proton for the sake of some complex but apparently necessary balancing of the frames, and magic had forever lost much of its potency. The frames had been fully separated, so that no one could cross over anymore.

All this Bane had known all along. What he didn't know was how Proton had fared in the interim. Since he had to remain here a while longer anyway, this did indeed seem to be the ideal occasion to learn about this. He knew that his father would be most interested in the information.

But acquiring the information turned out to be more complicated than he had supposed. There was so much of it! When he asked for the ”History of Proton,” the screen went back to the planet's discovery more than four hundred years before by an explorer-s.h.i.+p from the Empire of Earth: a beautiful world much resembling Phaze today. But there were creatures already on it, Earthlike creatures, including a few human beings. This indicated that there had been contact before. Since there had been a number of private expeditions to s.p.a.ce, and not all of these made proper reports, it was concluded that one of these had colonized the planet, and the descendants of the colony had then forgotten its origin. This could have happened hundreds of years before.

Then it seemed that the planet was somehow double. There was reference to magic, which was of course impossible- ”Impossible!” Bane snorted. ”You idiot!”

The narration froze in place. ”New directive?” the screen inquired.

”Just skip it up to the past twenty years,” Bane said, deciding not to wrestle with this aspect.

Even so, it was more than he could grasp. History turned out to be not a single and straightforward process, but a complex tapestry of events. Citizens lost their positions, and new ones came into being; the mining of Protonite, the key resource of the planet, suffered a severe readjustment as cutbacks ordered by Citizen Blue took effect.

Citizen Blue! ”Follow him!” Bane exclaimed.

So Mach's father appeared. It seemed that he had more money or power than any other Citizen, so could make his will felt most effectively. He married Sheen, the humanoid robot female; this caused a furor. He required that the self-willed humanoid robots be granted serf status. Later he did the same for the most advanced humanoid androids, and for the humanoid cyborgs. Each such step was fought resolutely by the Contrary Citizens. Most recently he had done it for the aliens: those sapient creatures who could a.s.sume human form and mix with human beings on an equal intellectual and social basis.

”Agape,” he murmured, understanding her position in this at last.

The screen heard him. ”Agape,” it said, showing a picture. ”Sapient creature of Planet Moeba, first representative of this species partic.i.p.ating in the Experimental Culture Project.”

”I didn't mean to show her; I was just commenting,” Bane said. The screen returned to its prior business, describing the things that Citizen Blue had initiated in the past twenty years in Proton. It was an impressive listing; more changes had occurred in this period than in the prior two hundred years. The Experimental Culture Project was intended to enable the diverse types of sapient creatures to integrate their society without adverse pressures. Ordinary serfs were required to become the employees of individual Citizens at maturity, and were thereafter subject to the arbitrary will of those employers. The Experimentals had no such requirement; they were considered to be the employees of Proton itself, with no requirements. They were free to do what they wished, within their own section. When they went beyond it, they had to observe the normal forms, deferring in all things to Citizens, and not interfering with the activities of ordinary serfs.

”But what is the point?” Bane asked. He knew that idlers would not survive long in Phaze, and doubted they would be tolerated long in Proton.

'The point is to ascertain whether the diverse species can successfully integrate,” the screen replied. ”If this is affirmative, the entire society will be similarly integrated. There will be no distinctions between species or types, only between serf-status and Citizen status. Machines and aliens will have equal access to the benefits of Proton society.”

Bane nodded. This made sense to him. He would not have known how well unicorns and human beings could get along together, after centuries of noninvolvement with each other, if he had not known Neysa and Fleta.

Now he was learning how pleasant it could be to know an alien creature.

He glanced at the bed where Agape lay-and paused, astonished. She was there, but her form was not. She had become a mound of dark jelly that spread across the bed like so much spilled pudding. Only its cohesion and continuing quiver distinguished it from inanimate substance. She really was an amoeba: a blob of protoplasm.

Should he be revolted? He decided not to be. He had seen Fleta change to her natural unicorn form many times, and to her other hummingbird form, and back to girl form. That was interesting, not revolting; why should this be different? Agape had not concealed her nature from him, she had only tried to spare his feelings, because it seemed that other human beings had been upset by her true form. But he had come to know her mind and her personality, and he liked these. She was quite different from himself, physically; what did it matter?

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