Alan E. Nourse Super Pack. Alan E. Nourse

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      Finally the doctors retired to the control room for a puzzled conference. “It’s got to be an organism of some sort that’s doing it,” Dal said. “There couldn’t be an illness like this that wasn’t caused by some kind of a parasitic germ or virus.”

      “But how do we know?” Jack said. “We know nothing about these people except what we can see. We’re going to have to do a complete biochemical and medical survey before we can hope to do anything.”

      “But we aren’t equipped for a real survey,” Tiger protested.

      “We’ve got to do it anyway,” Jack said. “If we can just learn enough to be sure it’s an infectious illness, we might stand a chance of finding a drug that will cure it. Or at least a way to immunize the ones that aren’t infected yet. If this is a virus infection, we might only need to find an antibody for inoculation to stop it in its tracks. But first we need a good look at the planet and some more of the people—both infected and healthy ones. We’d better make arrangements as fast as we can.”

      An hour later they had reached an agreement with the Bruckian emissary. The Lancet would be permitted to land on the planet’s surface as soon as the doctors were satisfied that it was safe. For the time being the initial landings would be made in the patrol ship’s lifeboats, with the Lancet in orbit a thousand miles above the surface. Unquestionably the first job was diagnosis, discovering the exact nature of the illness and studying the afflicted people. This responsibility rested squarely on Jack’s shoulders; he was the diagnostician, and Dal and Tiger willingly yielded to him in organizing the program.

      It was decided that Jack and Tiger would visit the planet’s surface at once, while Dal stayed on the ship and set up the reagents and examining techniques that would be needed to measure the basic physical and biochemical characteristics of the Bruckians.

      Yet in all the excitement of planning, Dal could not throw off the lingering shadow of doubt in his mind, some instinctive voice of caution that seemed to say watch out, be careful, go slowly! This may not be what it seems to be; you may be walking into a trap....

      But it was only a faint voice, and easy to thrust aside as the planning went ahead full speed.

      *

      It did not take very long for the crew of the Lancet to realize that there was something very odd indeed about the small, self-effacing inhabitants of 31 Brucker VII.

      In fact, “odd” was not really quite the proper word for these creatures at all. No one knew better than the doctors of Hospital Earth that oddness was the rule among the various members of the galactic civilization. All sorts and varieties of life-forms had been discovered, described and studied, each with its singular differences, each with certain similarities, and each quite “odd” in reference to any of the others.

      In Dal this awareness of the oddness and difference of other races was particularly acute. He knew that to Tiger and Jack he himself seemed odd, both anatomically and in other ways. His fine gray fur and his four-fingered hands set him apart from them—he would never be mistaken for an Earthman, even in the densest fog. But these were comprehensible differences. His close attachment to Fuzzy was something else, and still seemed beyond their ability to understand.

      He had spent one whole evening patiently trying to make Jack understand just how his attachment to the little pink creature was more than just the fondness of a man for his dog.

      “Well, what would you call it, then?”

      “Symbiosis is probably the best word for it,” Dal had replied. “Two life-forms live together, and each one helps the other—that’s all symbiosis is. Together each one is better off than either one would be alone. We all of us live in symbiosis with the bacteria in our digestive tracts, don’t we? We provide them with a place to live and grow, and they help us digest our food. It’s a kind of a partnership—and Fuzzy and I are partners in the same sort of way.”

      Jack had argued, and then lost his temper, and finally grudgingly agreed that he supposed he would have to tolerate it even if it didn’t make sense to him.

      But the creatures on 31 Brucker VII were “odd” far beyond the reasonable limits of oddness—so far beyond it that the doctors could not believe the things that their eyes and their instruments were telling them.

      When Tiger and Jack came back to the Lancet after their first trip to the planet’s surface, they were visibly shaken. Geographically, they had found it just as it had been described in the exploratory reports—a barren, desert land with only a few large islands of vegetation in the equatorial regions.

      “But the people!” Jack said. “They don’t fit into any kind of pattern. They’ve got houses—at least I guess you’d call them houses—but every one of them is like every other one, and they’re all crammed together in tight little bunches, with nothing for miles in between. They’ve got an advanced technology, a good communications system, manufacturing techniques and everything, but they just don’t use them.”

      “It’s more than that,” Tiger said. “They don’t seem to want to use them.”

      “Well, it doesn’t add up, to me,” Jack said. “There are thousands of towns and cities down there, all of them miles apart, and yet they had to go dig an old rusty jet scooter out of storage and get the motor rebuilt just specially to take us from one place to another. I know things can get disorganized with a plague in the land, but this plague just hasn’t been going on that long.”

      “What about the sickness?” Dal asked. “Is it as bad as it sounded?”

      “Worse, if anything,” Tiger said gloomily. “They’re dying by the thousands, and I hope we got those suits of ours decontaminated, because I don’t want any part of this disease.”

      Graphically, he described the conditions they had found among the stricken people. There was no question that a plague was stalking the land. In the rutted mud roads of the villages and towns the dead were piled in gutters, and in all of the cities a deathly stillness hung over the streets. Those who had not yet succumbed to the illness were nursing and feeding the sick ones, but these unaffected ones were growing scarcer and scarcer. The whole living population seemed resigned to hopelessness, hardly noticing the strangers from the patrol ship.

      But worst of all were those in the final stages of the disease, wandering vaguely about the street, their faces blank and their jaws slack as though they were living in a silent world of their own, cut off from contact with the rest. “One of them almost ran into me,” Jack said. “I was right in front of him, and he didn’t see me or hear me.”

      “But don’t they have any knowledge of antisepsis or isolation?” Dal asked.

      Tiger shook his head. “Not that we could see. They don’t know what’s causing this sickness. They think that it’s some kind of curse, and they never dreamed that it might be kept from spreading.”

      Already Tiger and Jack had taken the first routine steps to deal with the sickness. They gave orders to move the unaffected people in every town and village into isolated barracks and stockades. For half a day Tiger tried to explain ways to prevent the spread of a bacteria or virus-borne disease. The people had stared at him as if he were talking gibberish; finally he gave up trying to explain, СКАЧАТЬ