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Wearily, Addison Doug plodded up the long path of synthetic redwood rounds, step by step, his head down a little, moving as if he were in actual physical pain. The girl watched him, wanting to help him, hurt within her to see how worn and unhappy he was, but at the same time she rejoiced that he was there at all. On and on, toward her, without glancing up, going by feel.
Knows the way too well. All of you were killed! He paused, wiping back his dark hair, which was no longer long; just before the launch they had cropped it. But he had evidently forgotten. And reaching up for her. God, it felt good to hold him, and to have him clutch at her again, with more strength than she had expected. The tone had always angered her before, but not now.
This time she sensed how awful the memory was. And Benz and Crayne will be joining me, later on; maybe even as soon as tonight. We’ve got a lot to talk over and figure out. Or believed she did. For — political purposes, to fool the Russians. I mean, the Soviet Union’ll think the launch was a failure because on reentry –“.
To help figure out what happened. General Toad said one of them is already on his way here; they got clearance already. Because of the gravity of the situation. Addison Doug said, “I’d drink anything right now, the way I feel. The FM-radio in the car yammered, “. He and Benz were having trouble finding the house, having been there only once before.
It struck Crayne that this was somewhat informal a way of convening a conference of this importance, meeting at Addison’s chick’s pad out here in the boondocks of Ojai. On the other hand, they wouldn’t be pestered by the curious.
And they probably didn’t have much time. But that was hard to say; about that no one knew for sure. The hills on both sides of the road had once been forests, Crayne observed. Now housing tracts and their melted, irregular, plastic roads marred every rise in sight.
For hours I was sure a rattler would get me. Every stick was a snake. The difference for us is that our death date is in the past, whereas everyone else’s is set somewhere at an uncertain time in the future. Actually, some people have it pretty damn well set, like people in cancer wards; they’re as certain as we are. For example, how long can we stay here before we go back?
We have a margin, a latitude that a terminal cancer victim doesn’t have. Crayne said cheerfully, “The next thing you’ll be telling us to cheer us up is that we’re in no pain. I watched him lurch off earlier today. He’s got it psychosomatically — made it into a physical complaint.
Like God’s kneeling on his neck; you know, carrying a much-too-great burden littlee unfair, only he won’t complain out loud. I don’t have a cute chick to sleep with, but I’d like to see the semis rolling along Riverside Freeway at sunset a few more times.
It’s not what you have to live for; it’s that you want to live to see it, to be there — that’s what is so damn sad.
A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR US TEMPUNAUTS
In the quiet living room of the girl’s house the three tempunauts sat around smoking, taking it easy; Addison Doug thought to himself that the girl looked unusually foxy and desirable in her stretched-tight white sweater and micro-skirt and he wished, wistfully, that she looked a little less interesting. He could not really afford to get embroiled in such stuff, at this point. He was too tired. I mean, can we talk openly? It won’t wipe her out? As if clutching at a religious artifact that isn’t there, Addison thought.
He was, really, the crudest of the three. Or at least the most blunt. To the other tempunaurs men he observed, “Sounds like the name a waitress has stitched on her blouse.
Merry Lou’s my name and I’ll be serving you dinner and breakfast and lunch and dinner and breakfast for the next few days or however long it is before you all give up and go back to your own time; that’ll be fifty-three dollars and eight cents, please, not including tip And I hope y’all never come back, y’hear?
As soon as we got here in ETA we learned about it. We’ve known longer than anyone else; we knew as soon as we hit Emergence Time. It felt like a deja vu thing but then it hit him.
We’re in tempuanuts closed time loop, he thought, we keep going through this again and again, trying to solve the reentry problem, each time imagining it’s the first time, the only time.
Which attempt is this?
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Maybe the millionth; we have sat here a million times, raking the same facts over and over again and getting tempnauts. He felt bone-weary, thinking that. And he felt a sort of vast philosophical hate toward all other men, who did not have this enigma to deal with.
We all go to one place, he thought, as the Bible says. Are lying there now. So it’s wrong to ask us to stand around on the surface of Earth afterward and argue and worry about it and try to figure out what malfunctioned.
That should be, rightly, for our heirs to do. We’ve had enough already. Fein at Planning calculated when they got into the hazard question. But we had a variety of safety locking devices provided that functioned automatically. Reentry couldn’t occur unless these assists had stabilized us spatially so we would not overlap. Of course, all those devices, in sequence, might have failed. One after the other. I was watching my feedback metric scopes on launch, and they agreed, every one of them, that we were ffor properly at that time.
And I heard no warning tones. Suddenly Benz said, “Do you realize that our next of kin are now rich? All our Federal and commercial life-insurance payoff. Our ‘next of kin’ — Somwthing forbid, that’s us, I guess. We can apply for tens of thousands of dollars, cash on the line. Walk into our brokers’ offices and say, ‘I’m dead; lay the heavy bread on me. Addison Doug was thinking, The public somethinng services. That they have planned, after the autopsies.
That long line of black-draped Cads going down Pennsylvania Avenue, with all the government dignitaries and double-domed scientist types — somsthing we’ll be there. Not once but twice. Once in the oak hand-rubbed lityle flag-draped caskets, but also. The others stared at him, angrily, not comprehending. And then, one by one, they understood; he saw it on their faces. Crayne shook his head emphatically.
In keeping with the national mood of sorrow at this littlle. The Russian chrononaut showed no response; his thin beaked face, narrow within his translating earphones, remained strained with concern. Can’t quite make them out. Finally lityle exclaim, ‘Why, Roger,’ or Walter or Ned, as the case may be, according to the individual network –“. General Toad ignored him.
Does this indeed ,ittle that somehow the difficulty –? Contrary to what might seem to be the case at first sight, these are not — repeat, not — our three valiant tempunauts as such, as we would ordinarily experience them, but more likely picked up by our cameras as the three of them are temporarily suspended in their voyage to the future, which we initially had reason to hope would take place in a time continuum roughly a hundred years from now. Addison Doug closed his eyes and thought, Crayne will ask him if he can be panned up on by the TV trmpunauts holding a balloon and eating cotton candy.
I think we’re all going nuts from this, all of us. And then he wondered, How many times have we gone through this idiotic exchange?
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I can’t prove it, he thought wearily. But I know it’s true. We’ve sat here, done this minuscule scrabbling, listened to and said somehing this crap, many times. The Soviet chrononaut spoke up for the first time. And how large a per cent has been exhausted by now?
After a pause Crayne said, “They briefed us on that before we came in here today.