Galaxy Science Fiction Super Pack #2. Edgar Pangborn

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СКАЧАТЬ “if you were in my position, what would you do?”

      Paulson fumbled with a button of his coat and stared at the floor while he pondered. “I wouldn’t be in your position, young man. But if I were, I think I’d withhold her from my superiors. I’d also quit my job and go away.”

      It wasn’t what Norris wanted to hear. But his wife’s expression suddenly changed; she looked at the priest with a new interest. “And give Peony back to O’Reilley,” she added.

      “I shouldn’t be giving you advice,” he said unhappily. “I’m duty-bound to ask O’Reilley to give up his business and have nothing further to do with neutroids.”

      “But Peony’s human,” Anne argued. “She’s different.”

      “I fail to agree.”

      “What!” Anne confronted him again. “What makes you human?”

      “A soul, my child.”

      Anne put her hands on her hips and leaned forward to glare down at him like something unwholesome. “Can you put a voltmeter between your ears and measure it?”

      The priest looked helplessly at Norris.

      “No!” she said. “And you can’t do it to Peony either!”

      “Perhaps I had better go,” Paulson said to his host.

      Norris sighed. “Maybe you better, Padre. You found out what you wanted to know.”

      Anne stalked angrily out of the room, her dark hair swishing like a battle-pennant with each step. When the priest was gone, Norris picked up the child and held her in his lap. She was shivering with fright, as if she understood what had been said. Love them in the parlor, he thought, and kill them in the kennels.

      “Can I go home? Doesn’t Daddy want me any more?”

      “Sure he does, baby. You just be good and everything’ll be all right.”

      *

      Norris felt a bad taste in his mouth as he laid her sleeping body on the sofa half an hour later. Everything was all wrong and it promised to remain that way. He couldn’t give her back to O’Reilley, because she would be caught again when the auditor came to microfilm the records. And he certainly couldn’t keep her himself—not with other Bio-agents wandering in and out every few days. She could not be concealed in a world where there were no longer any sparsely populated regions. There was nothing to do but obey the law and turn her over to Franklin’s lab.

      He closed his eyes and shuddered. If he did that, he could do anything—stomach anything—adapt to any vicious demands society made of him. If he sent the child away to die, he would know that he had attained an “objective” outlook. And what more could he want from life than adaptation and objectivity?

      Well—his wife, for one thing.

      He left the child on the sofa, turned out the light, and wandered into the bedroom. Anne was in bed, reading. She did not look up when she said, “Terry, if you let that baby be destroyed, I’ll....”

      “Don’t say it,” he cut in. “Any time you feel like leaving, you just leave. But don’t threaten me with it.”

      She watched him silently for a moment. Then she handed him the newspaper she had been reading. It was folded around an advertisement.

      *

      BIOLOGISTS WANTED

      by

      ANTHROPOS INCORPORATED

      for

      Evolvotron Operators

      Incubator Tenders

      Nursery Supervisors

      Laboratory Personnel

      in NEW ATLANTA PLANT Call or write: Personnel Mgr. ANTHROPOS INC. Atlanta, Ga. Note: Secure Work Departmentrelease from present jobbefore applying.

      *

      He looked at Anne curiously. “So?”

      She shrugged. “So there’s a job, if you want to quit this one.”

      “What’s this got to do with Peony, if anything?”

      “We could take her with us.”

      “Not a chance,” he said. “Do you suppose a talking neutroid would be any safer there?”

      She demanded angrily, “Why should they want to destroy her?”

      Norris sat on the edge of the bed and thought about it. “No particular individual wants to, honey. It’s the law.”

      “But why?”

      “Generally, because deviants are unknown quantities. They can be dangerous.”

      “That child—dangerous?”

      “Dangerous to a concept, a vague belief that Man is something special, a closed tribe. And in a practical sense, she’s dangerous because she’s not a neuter. The Federation insists that all mutants be neuter and infertile, so it can control the mutant population. If mutants started reproducing, that could be a real threat in a world whose economy is so delicately balanced.”

      “Well, you’re not going to let them have her, do you hear me?”

      “I hear you,” he grumbled.

      *

      On the following day, he went down to police headquarters to sign a statement concerning the motive in Doctor Georges’ murder. As a result, Mrs. Glubbes was put away in the psycho-ward.

      “It’s funny, Norris,” said Chief Miler, “what people’ll do over a neutroid. Like Mrs. Glubbes thinking that newt was her own. I sure don’t envy you your job. It’s a wonder you don’t get your head blown off. You must have an iron stomach.”

      Norris signed the paper and looked up briefly. “Sure, Chief. Just a matter of adaptation.”

      “Guess so.” Miler patted his paunch and yawned. “How you coming on this Delmont business? Picked up any deviants yet?”

      Norris laid down the pen abruptly. “No! Of course not! What made you think I had?”

      Miler stopped in the middle of his yawn and stared at Norris curiously. “Touchy, aren’t you?” he asked thoughtfully. “When I get that kind of answer from a prisoner, I right away start thinking—”

      “Save it for your interrogation room,” Norris growled. He stalked quickly out of the office while Chief Miler tapped his pencil absently and stared after him.

      He was angry with himself for his indecision. He had to make a choice and make it soon. He was climbing in his car when a voice called after him from the building. He looked back to see Chief Miler trotting down the steps, his pudgy face glistening СКАЧАТЬ