Part 6 (1/2)
”Right.”
”Then what happened? Finally you flipped, didn't you? Tried to take a header out of the window. You chucked your job, chucked your responsibilities, chucked your future and attempted to chuck yourself away. Am I still right?”
”Yes.”
”Good enough. And now we come to the interesting part of the story.
Seven years of being a good little boy got you nothing but the promise of present and future frustration. Seven seconds of madness, of attempted self-destruction, brought you here. And as a reward for bucking the system, the system itself has provided you with a life of luxury and leisure--full permission to come and go as you please, live in s.p.a.cious ease, indulge in the gratification of every appet.i.te, free of responsibility or restraint. Is that true?”
”I suppose so.”
”All right. Now, let me ask you the question you asked me. What's it all about?”
Ritchie put his hand on Harry's shoulder. ”Tell me that, Collins. Why do you suppose you've received such treatment? As long as you stayed in line, n.o.body gave a d.a.m.n for your comfort or welfare. Then, when you committed the cardinal sin of our present-day society--when you rebelled--everything was handed to you on a silver platter. Does that make sense?”
”But it's therapy. Dr. Manschoff said--”
”Look, Collins. Millions of people flip every year. Millions more attempt suicide. How many of them end up in a place like this?”
”They don't, though. That's just Naturalist propaganda. Dr. Manschoff said--”
”_Dr. Manschoff said!_ I know what he said, all right. And you believed him, because you wanted to believe him. You wanted the rea.s.surance he could offer you--the feeling of being unique and important. So you didn't ask him any questions, you didn't ask any questions of yourself. Such as why anybody would consider an insignificant little agency man, without friends, family or connections, worth the trouble of rehabilitating at all, let alone amidst such elaborate and expensive surroundings. Why, men like you are a dime a dozen these days--Vocational Apt can push a few b.u.t.tons and come up with half a million replacements to take over your job.
You aren't important to society, Collins. You aren't important to anyone at all, besides yourself. And yet you got the red-carpet treatment. It's about time somebody yanked that carpet out from under you. What's it all about?”
Harry blinked. ”Look here, I don't see why this is any of your business. Besides, to tell the truth, I'm expecting--”
”I know who you're expecting, but I've already told you she won't be here. Because she's expecting.”
”What--?”
”It's high time you learned the facts of life, Collins. Yes, the well-known facts of life--the ones about the birds and the bees, and barefoot boys and blondes, too. Your little friend Sue is going to have a souvenir.”
”I don't believe it! I'm going to ask Dr. Manschoff.”
”Sure you are. You'll ask Manschoff and he'll deny it. And so you'll tell him about me. You'll say you met somebody in the woods today--either a lunatic or a Naturalist spy who infiltrated here under false pretenses. And Manschoff will rea.s.sure you. He'll rea.s.sure you just long enough to get his hands on me. Then he'll take care of both of us.”
”Are you insinuating--”
”h.e.l.l, no! I'm _telling_ you!” Ritchie put his hand down suddenly, and his voice calmed. ”Ever wonder about those other two big buildings on the premises here, Collins? Well, I can tell you about one of them, because that's where I work. You might call it an experimental laboratory if you like. Sometime later on I'll describe it to you. But right now it's the other building that's important; the building with the big chimney. That's a kind of an incinerator, Collins--a place where the mistakes go up in smoke, at night, when there's n.o.body to see. A place where you and I will go up in smoke, if you're fool enough to tell Manschoff about this.”
”You're lying.”
”I wish to G.o.d I was, for both our sakes! But I can prove what I'm saying. _You_ can prove it, for yourself.”
”How?”
”Pretend this meeting never occurred. Pretend that you just spent the afternoon here, waiting for a girl who never showed up. Then do exactly what you would do under those circ.u.mstances. Go in to see Dr.
Manschoff and ask him where Sue is, tell him you were worried because she'd promised to meet you and then didn't appear.