Long After Midnight. Ray Bradbury

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      “Have either of you ever wondered—”

      The boy took a breath and finished:

      “—if there is such a thing as genetic evil in the world?”

A Piece of Wood

      “Sit down, young man,” said the Official.

      “Thanks.” The young man sat.

      “I’ve been hearing rumors about you,” the Official said pleasantly. “Oh, nothing much. Your nervousness. Your not getting on so well. Several months now I’ve heard about you, and I thought I’d call you in. Thought maybe you’d like your job changed. Like to go overseas, work in some other War Area? Desk job killing you off, like to get right in on the old fight?”

      “I don’t think so,” said the young sergeant.

      “What do you want?”

      The sergeant shrugged and looked at his hands. “To live in peace. To learn that during the night, somehow, the guns of the world had rusted, the bacteria had turned sterile in their bomb casings, the tanks had sunk like prehistoric monsters into roads suddenly made tar pits. That’s what I’d like.”

      “That’s what we’d all like, of course,” said the Official. “Now stop all that idealistic chatter and tell me where you’d like to be sent. You have your choice—the Western or the Northern War Zone.” The Official tapped a pink map on his desk.

      But the sergeant was talking at his hands, turning them over, looking at the fingers: “What would you officers do, what would we men do, what would the world do if we all woke tomorrow with the guns in flaking ruin?”

      The Official saw that he would have to deal carefully with the sergeant. He smiled quietly. “That’s an interesting question. I like to talk about such theories, and my answer is that there’d be mass panic. Each nation would think itself the only unarmed nation in the world, and would blame its enemies for the disaster. There’d be waves of suicide, stocks collapsing, a million tragedies.”

      “But after that,” the sergeant said. “After they realized it was true, that every nation was disarmed and there was nothing more to fear, if we were all clean to start over fresh and new, what then?”

      “They’d rearm as swiftly as possible.”

      “What if they could be stopped?”

      “Then they’d beat each other with their fists. If it got down to that. Huge armies of men with boxing gloves of steel spikes would gather at the national borders. And if you took the gloves away they’d use their fingernails and feet. And if you cut their legs off they’d spit on each other. And if you cut off their tongues and stopped their mouths with corks they’d fill the atmosphere so full of hate that mosquitoes would drop to the ground and birds would fall dead from telephone wires.”

      “Then you don’t think it would do any good?” the sergeant said.

      “Certainly not. It’d be like ripping the carapace off a turtle. Civilization would gasp and die from the shock.”

      The young man shook his head. “Or are you lying to yourself and me because you’ve a nice comfortable job?”

      “Let’s call it ninety percent cynicism, ten percent rationalizing the situation. Go put your Rust away and forget about it.”

      The sergeant jerked his head up. “How’d you know I had it?” he said.

      “Had what?”

      “The Rust, of course.”

      “What’re you talking about?”

      “I can do it, you know. I could start the Rust tonight if I wanted to.”

      The Official laughed. “You can’t be serious.”

      “I am. I’ve been meaning to come talk to you. I’m glad you called me in. I’ve worked on this invention for a long time. It’s been a dream of mine. It has to do with the structure of certain atoms. If you study them you find that the arrangement of atoms in steel armor is such-and-such an arrangement. I was looking for an imbalance factor. I majored in physics and metallurgy, you know. It came to me, there’s a Rust factor in the air all the time. Water vapor. I had to find a way to give steel a ‘nervous breakdown.’ Then the water vapor everywhere in the world would take over. Not on all metal, of course. Our civilization is built on steel, I wouldn’t want to destroy most buildings. I’d just eliminate guns and shells, tanks, planes, battleships. I can set the machine to work on copper and brass and aluminum, too, if necessary. I’d just walk by all of those weapons and just being near them I’d make them fall away.”

      The Official was bending over his desk, staring at the sergeant. “May I ask you a question?”

      “Yes.”

      “Have you ever thought you were Christ?”

      “I can’t say that I have. But I have considered that God was good to me to let me find what I was looking for, if that’s what you mean.”

      The Official reached into his breast pocket and drew out an expensive ball-point pen capped with a rifle shell. He flourished the pen and started filling in a form. “I want you to take this to Dr. Mathews this afternoon, for a complete checkup. Not that I expect anything really bad, understand. But don’t you feel you should see a doctor?”

      “You think I’m lying about my machine,” said the sergeant. “I’m not. It’s so small it can be hidden in this cigarette package. The effect of it extends for nine hundred miles. I could tour this country in a few days, with the machine set to a certain type of steel. The other nations couldn’t take advantage of us because I’d rust their weapons as they approach us. Then I’d fly to Europe. By this time next month the world would be free of war forever. I don’t know how I found this invention. It’s impossible. Just as impossible as the atom bomb. I’ve waited a month now, trying to think it over. I worried about what would happen if I did rip off the carapace, as you say. But now I’ve just about decided. My talk with you has helped clarify things. Nobody thought an airplane would ever fly, nobody thought an atom would ever explode, and nobody thinks that there can ever be Peace, but there will be.”

      “Take that paper over to Dr. Mathews, will you?” said the Official hastily.

      The sergeant got up. “You’re not going to assign me to any new Zone then?”

      “Not right away, no. I’ve changed my mind. We’ll let Mathews decide.”

      “I’ve decided then,” said the young man. “I’m leaving the Post within the next few minutes. I’ve a pass. Thank you very much for giving me your valuable time, sir.”

      “Now look here, Sergeant, don’t take things so seriously. You don’t have to leave. Nobody’s going to hurt you.”

      “That’s right. Because nobody would believe me. Good-bye, sir.” The sergeant opened the office door and stepped out.

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