We Can Build You. Philip Dick K.

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      I waited, but that was all.

      ‘You think it’s in my mind?’ I demanded.

      ‘What do you think is their motive for doing all this?’ he asked.

      That took me by surprise. ‘I don’t know. Is it my business to figure that out? Hell, they want to peddle the simulacra to Barrows and make a mint; what else? And get a lot of prestige and power, I guess. They have maniacal dreams.’

      ‘And you stand in their way?’

      ‘Right,’ I said.

      ‘You have no such dreams.’

      ‘I’m a realist. Or at least I try to be. As far as I’m concerned that Stanton – have you seen it?’

      ‘Pris came in here once with it. It sat in the waiting room while she had her hour.’

      ‘What did it do?’

      ‘It read Life magazine.’

      ‘Didn’t it make your blood crawl?’ I asked.

      ‘I don’t think so.’

      ‘You weren’t frightened to think that those two, Maury and Pris, could dream up something unnatural and dangerous like that?’

      Doctor Horstowski shrugged.

      ‘Christ,’ I said bitterly, ‘you’re insulated. You’re in here safe in this office. What do you care what goes on in the world?’

      Doctor Horstowski gave what seemed to me to be a fleeting but smug smile. That made me furious.

      ‘Doctor,’ I said, ‘I’ll let you in on it. Pris is playing a cruel prank on you. She sent me in here. I’m a simulacrum, like the Stanton. I wasn’t supposed to give the show away, but I can’t go on with it any longer. I’m just a machine, made out of circuits and relay switches. You see how sinister all this is? She’d do it even to you. What do you say to that?’

      Halting in his writing. Doctor Horstowski said, ‘Did you tell me you’re married? If so, what is your wife’s name, age, and does she have an occupation? And where born?’

      ‘I’m not married. I used to have a girl friend, an Italian girl who sang in a night club. She was tall and had dark hair. Her name was Lucrezia but she asked us to call her Mimi. Later on she died of t.b. That was after we split up. We used to fight.’

      The doctor carefully wrote those facts down.

      ‘Aren’t you going to answer my question?’ I asked.

      It was hopeless. The doctor, if he had a reaction to the simulacrum sitting in his office reading Life,was not going to reveal it. Or maybe he didn’t have one; maybe he didn’t care who he found sitting across from him or among his magazines – maybe he had taught himself long ago to accept anyone and anything he found there.

      But at least I could get an answer out of him regarding Pris, who I regarded as a worse evil than the simulacra.

      ‘I’ve got my .45 Service revolver and shells,’ I said. ‘That’s all I need; the opportunity will take care of itself. It’s just a question of time before she tries the same cruelty on someone else as she did on me. I consider it my sacred task to rub her out – that’s god’s truth.’

      Scrutinizing me, Horstowski said, ‘Your real problem, as you’ve phrased it – and I believe accurately – is the hostility you feel, a very mute and baffled hostility, seeking an outlet, toward your partner and this eighteen-year-old girl, who has difficulties of her own and who is actively seeking solutions in her own way as best she can.’

      Put like that, it did not sound so good. It was my own feelings which harried me, not the enemy. There was no enemy. There was only my own emotional life, suppressed and denied.

      ‘Well, what can you do for me?’ I asked.

      ‘I can’t make your reality-situation palatable to you. But I can help you comprehend it.’ He opened a drawer of his desk; I saw boxes and bottles and envelopes of pills, a rat’s nest of physician’s samples, scattered and heaped. After rooting, Horstowski came up with a small bottle, which he opened. ‘I can give you these. Take two a day, one when you get up and one on retiring. Hubrizine.’ He passed me the bottle.

      ‘What’s it do?’ I put the bottle away in my inside pocket.

      ‘I can explain it to you because you are professionally familiar with the Mood Organ. Hubrizine stimulates the anterior portion of the spetal region of the brain. Stimulation in that area, Mr Rosen, will bring about greater alertness, plus cheerfulness and a belief that events will work out all right on their own. It compares to this setting on the Hammerstein Mood Organ.’ He passed me a small glossy folded printed piece of paper; I saw Hammerstein stop-setting indications on it. ‘But the effect of the drug is much more intense; as you know, the amplitude of affect-shock produced by the Mood Organ is severely limited by law.’

      I read the setting critically. By god, when translated into notes it was close to the opening of the Beethoven Sixteenth Quartet. What a vindication for enthusiasta of the Beethoven Third Period, I said to myself. Just looked at, the stop-setting numbers made me feel better.

      ‘I can almost hum this drug,’ I said. ‘Want me to try?’

      ‘No thank you. Now, you understand that if drug therapy does not avail in your case we can always attempt brain-slicing in the region of the temporal lobes – based, of course, on extensive brain-mapping which would have to be conducted at U.C. Hospital in San Francisco or Mount Zion; we have no facilities here. I prefer to avoid that myself if possible, since it often develops that the section of the temporal lobes involved can’t be spared. The Government has abandoned that at its clinics, you know.’

      ‘I’d rather not be sliced,’ I agreed. ‘I’ve had friends who’ve had that done … but personally it gives me the shivers. Let me ask you this. Do you by any chance have a drug whose setting in terms of the Mood Organ corresponds to portions of the Choral Movement of the Beethoven Ninth?’

      ‘I’ve never looked into it,’ Horstowski said.

      ‘On a Mood Organ I’m particularly affected when I play the part where the choir sings, “Mus’ ein Lieber Vater wohnen,” and then very high up, like angels, the violins and the soprano part of the choir sing as an answer, “Ubrem Sternenzelt.”’

      I’m not familiar with it to that extent,’ Horstowski admitted.

      ‘They’re asking whether a Heavenly Father exists, and then very high up they answer, yes, above the realm of stars. That part – if you could find the correspondence in terms of pharmacology, I might benefit enormously.’

      Doctor Horstowski got out a massive loose-leaf binder and began to thumb through it. ‘I’m afraid I can’t locate a pill corresponding to that. You might consult with the Hammerstein engineers, however.’

      ‘Good idea,’ I said.

      Now, as to your dealings with Pris. I think you’re a little СКАЧАТЬ