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After a delay probably as long as they could manage he found himself once more seated facing the imposing1 walnut2 desk, exactly as he had been an hour or so earlier in the day.
"Some technique you have," Quail3 said sardonically4. His disappointment and resentment5 were enormous, by now. "My so-called 'memory' of a trip to Mars as an undercover agent for Interplan is hazy6 and vague and shot full of contradictions. And I clearly remember my dealings here with you people. I ought to take this to the Better Business Bureau."
He was burning angry, at this point; his sense of being cheated had overwhelmed him, had destroyed his customary aversion to participating in a public squabble.
Looking morose7, as well as cautious, McClane said, "We capitulate. Quail. We'll refund8 the balance of your fee. I fully9 concede the fact that we did absolutely nothing for you." His tone was resigned.
Quail said accusingly, "You didn't even provide me with the various artifacts that you claimed would 'prove' to me I had been on Mars. All that song-and-dance you went into it hasn't materialized into a damn thing. Not even a ticket stub. Nor postcards. Nor passport. Nor proof of immunization shots. Nor..."
"Listen, Quail," McClane said. "Suppose I told you..."
He broke off. "Let it go." He pressed a button on his intercom. "Shirley, will you disburse10 five hundred and seventy more 'creds in the form of a cashier's check made out to Douglas Quail? Thank you." He released the button, then glared at Quail.
Presently the check appeared; the receptionist placed it before McClane and once more vanished out of sight, leaving the two men alone, still facing each other across the surface of the massive walnut desk.
"Let me give you a word of advice," McClane said as he signed the check and passed it over, "Don't discuss your, ahem, recent trip to Mars with anyone."
"What trip?"
"Well, that's the thing." Doggedly11, McClane said, "The trip you partially12 remember. Act as if you don't remember; pretend it never took place. Don't ask me why; just take my advice: it'll be better for all of us." He had begun to perspire13. Freely. "Now, Mr. Quail, I have other business, other clients to see." He rose, showed Quail to the door.
Quail said, as he opened the door, "A firm that turns out such bad work shouldn't have any clients at all." He shut the door behind him.
On the way home in the cab Quail pondered the wording of his letter of complaint to the Better Business Bureau, Terra Division. As soon as he could get to his typewriter he'd get started; it was clearly his duty to warn other people away from Rekal, Incorporated.
When he got back to his conapt he seated himself before his Hermes Rocket portable, opened the drawers and rummaged14 for carbon paper and noticed a small, familiar box. A box which he had carefully filled on Mars with Martian fauna15 and later smuggled16 through customs.
Opening the box he saw, to his disbelief, six dead mawworms and several varieties of the unicellular life on which the Martian worms fed. The protozoa were dried-up, dusty, but he recognized them; it had taken him an entire day picking among the vast dark alien boulders17 to find them. A wonderful, illuminated18 journey of discovery.
But I didn't go to Mars, he realized.
Yet on the other hand...
Kirsten appeared at the doorway19 to the room, an armload of pale brown groceries gripped. "Why are you home in the middle of the day?" Her voice, in an eternity20 of sameness, was accusing.
"Did I go to Mars?" he asked her. "You would know."
"No, of course you didn't go to Mars; you would know that, I would think. Aren't you always bieating about going?"
He said, "By God, I think I went." After a pause he added, "And simultaneously21 I think I didn't go."
"Make up your mind."
"How can I?" He gestured. "I have both memory-tracks grafted22 inside my head; one is real and one isn't but I can't tell which is which. Why can't I rely on you? They haven't tinkered with you." She could do this much for him at least even if she never did anything else.
Kirsten said in a level, controlled voice, "Doug, if you don't pull yourself together, we're through. I'm going to leave you."
"I'm in trouble." His voice came out husky and coarse. And shaking. "Probably I'm heading into a psychotic episode; I hope not, but maybe that's it. It would explain everything, anyhow."
Setting down the bag of groceries, Kirsten stalked to the closet. "I was not kidding," she said to him quietly. She brought out a coat, got it on, walked back to the door of the conapt. "I'll phone you one of these days soon," she said tonelessly. "This is goodbye, Doug. I hope you pull out of this eventually; I really pray you do. For your sake."
"Wait," he said desperately23. "Just tell me and make it absolute; I did go or I didn't tell me which one." But they may have altered your memory-track also, he realized.
The door closed. His wife had left. Finally!
A voice behind him said, "Well, that's that. Now put up your hands, Quail. And also please turn around and face this way."
He turned, instinctively24, without raising his hands.
The man who faced him wore the plum uniform of the Interplan Police Agency, and his gun appeared to be UN issue. And, for some odd reason, he seemed familiar to Quail; familiar in a blurred25, distorted fashion which he could not pin down. So, jerkily, he raised his hands.
"You remember," the policeman said, "your trip to Mars. We know all your actions today and all your thoughts in particular your very important thoughts on the trip home from Rekal, Incorporated." He explained, "We have a tele-transmitter wired within your skull26; it keeps us constantly informed."
A telepathic transmitter; use of a living plasma27 that had been discovered on Luna. He shuddered28 with self-aversion. The thing lived inside him, within his own brain, feeding, listening, feeding. But the Interplan police used them; that had come out even in the home papers. So this was probably true, dismal29 as it was.
"Why me?" Quail said huskily. What had he done or thought? And what did this have to do with Rekal, Incorporated?
"Fundamentally," the Interplan cop said, "this has nothing to do with Rekal; it's between you and us." He tapped his right ear. "I'm still picking up your mentational processes by way of your cephalic transmitter." In the man's ear Quail saw a small white-plastic plug. "So I have to warn you: anything you think may be held against you." He smiled.
"Not that it matters now; you've already thought and spoken yourself into oblivion. What's annoying is the fact that under narkidrine at Rekal, Incorporated you told them, their technicians and the owner, Mr. McClane, about your trip; where you went, for whom, some of what you did. They're very frightened. They wish they had never laid eyes on you." He added reflectively, "They're right."
Quail said, "I never made any trip. It's a false memory-chain improperly30 planted in me by McClane's technicians." But then he thought of the box, in his desk drawer, containing the Martian life forms. And the trouble and hardship he had had gathering31 them. The memory seemed real. And the box of life forms; that certainly was real. Unless McClane had planted it. Perhaps this was one of the "proofs" which McClane had talked glibly32 about.
The memory of my trip to Mars, he thought, doesn't convince me but unfortunately it has convinced the Interplan Police Agency. They think I really went to Mars and they think I at least partially realize it.
"We not only know you went to Mars," the Interplan cop agreed, in answer to his thoughts, "but we know that you now remember enough to be difficult for us. And there's no use expunging33 your conscious memory of all this, because if we do you'll simply show up at Rekal, Incorporated again and start over. And we can't do anything about McClane and his operation because we have no jurisdiction34 over anyone except our own people. Anyhow, McClane hasn't committed any crime." He eyed Quail. "Nor, technically35, have you. You didn't go to Rekal, Incorporated with the idea of regaining36 your memory; you went, as we realize, for the usual reason people go there a love by plain, dull people for adventure."
He added, "Unfortunately you're not plain, not dull, and you've already had too much excitement; the last thing in the universe you needed was a course from Rekal, Incorporated. Nothing could have been more lethal37 for you or for us. And, for that matter, for McClane."
Quail said. "Why is it 'difficult' for you if I remember my trip, my alleged38 trip, and what I did there?"
"Because," the Interplan harness bull said, "what you did is not in accord with our great white all-protecting father public image. You did, for us, what we never do. As you'll presently remember thanks to narkidrme. That box of dead worms and algae39 has been sitting in your desk drawer for six months, ever since you got back. And at no time have you shown the slightest curiosity about it. We didn't even know you had it until you remembered it on your way home from Rekal; then we came here on the double to look for it." He added, unnecessarily, "Without any luck; there wasn't enough time."
A second Interplan cop joined the first one; the two briefly40 conferred. Meanwhile, Quail thought rapidly. He did remember more, now; the cop had been right about narkidrine. They, Interplan, probably used it themselves. Probably? He knew darn well they did; he had seen them putting a prisoner on it. Where would that be? Somewhere on Terra? More likely Luna, he decided41, viewing the image rising from his highly defective42, but rapidly less so, memory.
And he remembered something else. Their reason for sending him to Mars; the job he had done.
"Oh god," the first of the two Interplan cops said, breaking off his conversation with his companion. Obviously, he had picked up Quail's thoughts. "Well, this is a far worse problem, now; as bad as it can get." He walked toward Quail, again covering him with his gun. "We've got to kill you," he said. "And right away."
Nervously44, his fellow officer said, "Why right away? Can't we simply cart him off to Interplan New York and let them"
"He knows why it has to be right away," the first cop said; he too looked nervous, now, but Quail realized that it was for an entirely45 different reason. His memory had been brought back almost entirely, now. And he fully understood the officer's tension.
"On Mars," Quail said hoarsely46, "I killed a man. After getting past fifteen bodyguards47. Some armed with sneaky-pete guns, the way you are." He had been trained, by Interplan, over a five year period to be an assassin. A professional killer48. He knew ways to take out armed adversaries49 . . . such as these two officers; and the one with the ear-receiver knew it, too.
If he moved swiftly enough
The gun fired. But he had already moved to one side, and at the same time he chopped down the gun-carrying officer. In an instant he had possession of the gun and was covering the other, confused, officer.
. "Picked my thoughts up," Quail said, panting for breath. "He knew what I was going to do, but I did it anyhow."
Half sitting up, the injured officer grated, "He won't use that gun on you, Sam; I pick that up, too. He knows he's finished, and he knows we know it, too. Come on, Quail." Laboriously50, grouting with pain, he got shakily to his feet. He held out his hand. "The gun," he said to Quail. "You can't use it, and if you turn it over to me I'll guarantee not to kill you; you'll be given a hearing, and someone higher up in Interplan will decide, not me. Maybe they can erase51 your memory once more; I don't know. But you know the thing I was going to kill you for; I couldn't keep you from remembering it. So my reason for wanting to kill you is in a sense past."
Quail, clutching the gun, bolted from the conapt, sprinted52 for the elevator. If you follow me, he thought, I'll kill you. So don't. He jabbed at the elevator button and, a moment later, the doors slid back.
The police hadn't followed him. Obviously they had picked up his terse53, tense thoughts and had decided not to take the chance.
With him inside the elevator descended54. He had gotten away for a time. But what next? Where could he go?
The elevator reached the ground floor; a moment later Quail had joined the mob of peds hurrying along the runnels. His head ached and he felt sick. But at least he had evaded55 death; they had come very close to shooting him on the spot, back in his own conapt.
And they probably will again, he decided. When they find me. And with this transmitter inside me, that won't take too long.
Ironically, he had gotten exactly what he had asked Rekal, Incorporated for. Adventure, peril56, Interplan police at work, a secret and dangerous trip to Mars in which his life was at stake, everything he had wanted as a false memory.
The advantages of it being a memory and nothing more could now be appreciated.
On a park beach, alone, he sat dully watching a flock of perts: a semi-bird imported from Mars' two moons, capable of soaring flight, even against Earth's huge gravity.
Maybe I can find my way back to Mars, he pondered. But then what? It would be worse on Mars; the political Organization whose leader he had assassinated57 would spot him the moment he stepped from the ship; he would have Interplan and them after him, there.
Can you hear me thinking? he wondered. Easy avenue to paranoia58; sitting here alone he felt them tuning59 in on him, monitoring, recording60, discussing... he shivered, rose to his feet, walked aimlessly, his hands deep in his pockets. No matter where I go, he realized. You'll always be with me. As long as I have this device inside my head.
I'll make a deal with you, he thought to himself and to them. Can't you imprint61 a false-memory template on me again, as you did before, that I lived an average, routine life, never went to Mars? Never saw an Interplan uniform up close and never handled a gun?
A voice inside his brain answered, "As has been carefully explained to you: that would not be enough."
Astonished, he halted.
"We formerly62 communicated with you in this manner," the voice continued. "When you were operating in the field, on Mars. It's been months since we've done it; we assumed, in fact, that we'd never have to do so again. Where are you?"
"Walking," Quail said, "to my death." By your officers' guns, he added as an afterthought. "How can you be sure it wouldn't be enough?" he demanded. "Don't the Rekal techniques work?"
"As we said. If you're given a set of standard, average memories you ge trestless. You'd inevitably63 seek out Rekal or one of its competitors again. We can't go through this a second time."
"Suppose," Quail said, "once my authentic64 memories have been cancelled, something more vital than standard memories are implanted. Something which would act to satisfy my craving," he said. "That's been proved; that's probably why you initially66 hired me. But you ought to be able to come up with something else, something equal. I was the richest man on Terra but I finally gave all my money to educational foundations. Or I was a famous deep-space explorer. Anything of that sort; wouldn't one of those do?"
Silence.
"Try it," he said desperately. "Get some of your top-notch military psychiatrists68; explore my mind. Find out what my most expansive daydream69 is." He tried to think. "Women," he said. "Thousands of them, like Don Juan had. An interplanetary playboy,a mistress in every city on Earth, Luna and Mars. Only I gave that up, out of exhaustion70. Please," he begged. "Try it."
"You'd voluntarily surrender, then?" the voice inside his head asked. "If we agreed to arrange such a solution? If it's possible?"
After an interval71 of hesitation72 he said, "Yes." I'll take the risk, he said to himself, that you don't simply kill me.
"You make the first move," the voice said presently. "Turn yourself over to us. And we'll investigate that line of possibility. If we can't do it, however, if your authentic memories begin to crop up again as they've done at this time, then..."
There was silence and then the voice finished, "We'll have to destroy you. As you must understand. Well, Quail, you still want to try?"
"Yes," he said. Because the alternative was death now and for certain. At least this way he had a chance, slim as it was.
"You present yourself at our main barracks in New York," the voice of the Interplan cop resumed. "At 580 Fifth Avenue, floor twelve. Once you've surrendered yourself we'll have our psychiatrists begin on you; we'll have personality-profile tests made. We'll attempt to determine your absolute, ultimate fantasy wish and then we'll bring you back to Rekal, Incorporated, here; get them in on it, fulfilling that wish in vicarious surrogate retrospection. And good luck. We do owe you something; you acted as a capable instrument for us." The voice lacked malice73; if anything, they, the organization, felt sympathy toward him.
"Thanks," Quail said. And began searching for a robot cab.
"Mr. Quail," the stern-faced, elderly Interplan psychiatrist67 said, "you possess a most interesting wish-fulfillment dream fantasy. Probably nothing such as you consciously entertain or suppose. This is commonly the way; I hope it won't upset you too much to hear about it."
The senior ranking Interplan officer present said briskly, "He better not be too much upset to hear about it, not if he expects not to get shot."
"Unlike the fantasy of wanting to be an Interplan undercover agent." the psychiatrist continued, "which, being relatively74 speaking a product of maturity75, had a certain plausibility76 to it, this production is a grotesque77 dream of your childhood; it is no wonder you fail to recall it. Your fantasy is this: you are nine years old, walking alone down a rustic78 lane. An unfamiliar79 variety of space vessel80 from another star system lands directly in front of you. No one on Earth but you, Mr. Quail, sees it. The creatures within are very small and helpless, somewhat on the order of field mice, although they are attempting to invade Earth; tens of thousands of other such ships will soon be on their way, when this advance party gives the go-ahead signal."
"And I suppose I stop them," Quail said, experiencing a mixture of amusement and disgust. "Single-handed I wipe them out. Probably by stepping on them with my foot."
"No," the psychiatrist said patiently. "You halt the invasion, but not by destroying them. Instead, you show them kindness and mercy, even though by telepathy,their mode of communication you know, why they have come. They have never seen such humane81 traits exhibited by any sentient82 organism, and to show their appreciation83 they make a covenant84 with you."
Quail said, "They won't invade Earth as long as I'm alive."
"Exactly." To the Interplan officer the psychiatrist said, "You can see it does fit his personality, despite his feigned85 scorn."
"So by merely existing," Quail said, feeling a growing pleasure, "by simply being alive, I keep Earth safe from alien rule. I'm in effect, then, the most important person on Terra. Without lifting a finger."
"Yes indeed, sir," the psychiatrist said. "And this is bedrock in your psyche86; this is a life-long childhood fantasy. Which, without depth and drug therapy, you never would have recalled. But it has always existed in you; it went underneath87, but never ceased."
To McClane, who sat intently listening, the senior police official said, "Can you implant65 an extra-factual memory pattern that extreme in him?"
"We get handed every possible type of wish-fantasy there is," McClane said. "Frankly88, I've heard a lot worse than this. Certainly we can handle it. Twenty-four hours from now he won't just wish he'd saved Earth; he'll devoutly89 believe it really happened."
The senior police official said, "You can start the job, then. In preparation we've already once again erased90 the memory in him of his trip to Mars."
Quail said, "What trip to Mars?"
No one answered him, so, reluctantly, he shelved the question. And anyhow a police vehicle had now put in its appearance; he, McClane' and the senior police officer crowded into it, and presently they were on their way to Chicago and Rekal, Incorporated.
"You had better make no errors this time," the police officer said to heavy-set, nervous-looking McClane.
"I can't see what could go wrong," McClane mumbled91, perspiring92. "This has nothing to do with Mars or Interplan. Single-handedly stopping an invasion of Earth from another star-system." He shook his head at that. "Wow, what a kid dreams up. And by pious93 virtue94, too; not by force. It's sort of quaint95." He dabbed96 at his forehead with a large linen97 pocket handkerchief.
Nobody said anything.
"But arrogant," the police official said starkly99. "Inasmuch as when he dies the invasion will resume. No wonder he doesn't recall it; it's the most grandiose100 fantasy I ever ran across." He eyed Quail with disapproval101. "And to think we put this man on our payroll102."
When they reached Rekal, Incorporated the receptionist, Shirley, met them breathlessly in the outer office. "Welcome back, Mr. Quail," she fluttered, her melon-shaped breasts today painted an incandescent103 orange bobbing with agitation104. "I'm sorry everything worked out so badly before; I'm sure this time it'll go better."
Still repeatedly dabbing105 at his shiny forehead with his neatly-folded Irish linen handkerchief, McClane said, "It better." Moving with rapidity he rounded up Lowe and Keeler, escorted them and Douglas Quail to the work area, and then, with Shirley and the senior police officer, returned to his familiar office. To wait.
"Do we have a packet made up for this, Mr. McClane?" Shirley asked, bumping against him in her agitation, then coloring modestly.
"I think we do." He tried to recall; then gave up and consulted the formal chart. "A combination," he decided aloud, "of packets Eighty-one, Twenty, and Six." From the vault106 section of the chamber107 behind his desk he fished out the appropriate packets, carried them to his desk for inspection108.
"From Eighty-one," he explained, "a magic healing rod given him the client in question, this time Mr. Quail by the race of beings from another system. A token of their gratitude109."
"It did once," McClane explained. "But he, ahem, you see used it up years ago, healing right and left. Now it's only a memento111. But he remembers it working spectacularly." He chuckled112, then opened packet Twenty. "Document from the UN Secretary General thanking him for saving Earth; this isn't precisely113 appropriate, because part of Quail's fantasy is that no one knows of the invasion except himself, but for the sake of verisimilitude we'll throw it in." He inspected packet Six, then. What came from this? He couldn't recall; frowning, he dug into the plastic bag as Shirley and the Interplan police officer watched intently.
"Writing," Shirley said. "In a funny language."
"This tells who they were," McClane said, "and where they came from. Including a detailed114 star map logging their flight here and the system of origin. Of course it's in their script, so he can't read it. But he remembers them reading it to him in his own tongue." He placed the three artifacts in the center of the desk. "These should be taken to Quail's conapt," he said to the police officer. "So that when he gets home he'll find them. And it'll confirm his fantasy. SOP115, standard operating procedure." He chuckled apprehensively116, wondering how matters were going with Lowe and Keeler.
The intercom buzzed. "Mr. McClane, I'm sorry to bother you." It was Lowe's voice; he froze as he recognized it, froze and became mute. "But something's come up. Maybe it would be better if you came in here and supervised. Like before, Quail reacted well to the narkidrine; he's unconscious, relaxed and receptive. But..."
McClane sprinted for the work area.
On a hygienic bed Douglas Quail lay breathing slowly and regularly, eyes half-shut, dimly conscious of those around him.
"We started interrogating117 him," Lowe said, white-faced. "To find out exactly when to place the fantasy-memory of him single-handedly having saved Earth. And strangely enough..."
"They told me not to tell," Douglas Quail mumbled in a dull drug-saturated voice. "That was the agreement. I wasn't even supposed to remember. But how could I forget an event like that?"
I guess it would be hard, McClane reflected. But you did until now.
"They even gave me a scroll," Quail mumbled, "of gratitude. I have it hidden in my conapt; I'll show it to you."
To the Interplan officer who had followed after him, McClane said, "Well, I offer the suggestion that you better not kill him. If you do they'll return."
"They also gave me a magic invisible destroying rod," Quail mumbled, eyes totally shut, now. "That's how I killed that man on Mars you sent me to take out. It's in my drawer along with the box of Martian maw-worms and dried-up plant life."
Wordlessly, the Interplan officer turned and stalked from the work area.
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