The Werewolf Principle by Clifford D. Simak
Daniels shook his head. “None. We’ve gone over the passenger and crew lists of all missing ships. That is, Space Administration has. They’re as interested in this as I am, perhaps even more so.”
“Passenger lists wouldn’t tell you much,” said Blake. “I’d be just a name and we don’t know …”
“True,” said Daniels, “but there are also fingerprints and voice prints. And you aren’t there.”
“Somehow I got out into space.…”
“Yes, we know you did. Also someone froze you. Someone took the trouble to freeze you. If we could find out why someone did that, we’d know a lot more than we do. But, of course, when a ship is lost, the records are lost.”
“I’ve been doing some thinking myself,” said Blake. “We have been presuming all the time that I was frozen so that my life would be spared. Which means it was done before whatever happened to the ship had come about. How could anyone know what was going to happen? Oh, I suppose there would be situations where they would. Have you ever thought that I was frozen and thrown off the ship because they didn’t want me aboard, because I’d done something or they were afraid of me or something of the sort?”
“No,” said Daniels, “I had never thought of that. I had thought, however, that you may not have been the only one frozen and encapsulated, that it might have been done to others and that they still are out there. You just happened to be the one that was found. Given time, it could be a way in which a long shot could be taken to save some lives—I would suspect important lives.”
“Let’s get back to this business of them giving me the old heave-ho off the ship. If I had been such a louse that they felt they had to pitchfork me into space, why the elaborate attempt to save my life?”
Daniels shook his head. “I couldn’t even guess. All we’re doing is dealing in assumptions. You may have to resign yourself to the possibility that you will never know. I had hoped that you would be able to dig back to a recognition of your past, but you haven’t so far. There’s a fairly good chance you may never be able to. After a while we can resort to some psychiatric treatment that could help. Although I’ll tell you quite frankly that it may not.”
“Are you telling me to give up?”
“No. Just trying to tell you the truth. We’ll keep on trying so long as you’re willing to go along with us. But I thought we owed it to you to tell you there is a chance we’ll never get an answer.”
“That’s fair enough,” said Blake.
“How did the fishing go the other day?” asked Daniels.
“All right,” said Blake. “I caught six trout and had a good day in the open. Which, I suspect, was what you wanted.”
“Any hallucinations?”
“Yes,” said Blake. “There was a hallucination. I didn’t tell you about it. Just held it back. Decided this morning I’d tell you. What’s one hallucination more or less? When I was out fishing I met a Brownie.”
“Oh,” said Daniels.
“Didn’t you hear what I said? I met a Brownie. I talked with him. He ate up most of my lunch. You know what I mean. One of those little folks that appear in children’s stories. With big pointed ears and a high, peaked cap. Only this one didn’t have a cap. And he had a rodent face.”
“You were fortunate. It’s not many people who ever see a Brownie. Fewer yet who talk with them.”
“You mean there are such things!”
“Why, yes, of course there are. A migrant people from the Coonskin stars. Not very many of them. The root stock was brought to earth … oh, I’d guess a hundred, a hundred and fifty years ago. One of the exploration ships. The idea was that the Brownies would visit us for a short while—a sort of cultural exchange, I gather—then would go back home. But they liked it here and formally applied for permission to stay. After that they scattered, disappeared gradually. They took to the woods. There they found places to live—burrows, caves, hollow trees.”
He shook his head in some perplexity.
“A strange people. They rejected most of the material advantages that we offered them. Wanted nothing to do with our civilization, were unimpressed with our culture, but they liked the planet. Liked it as a place to live, but in their own way, of course. We don’t know too much about them. Highly civilized, it would appear, but in a different way than we. Intelligent, but with different values from the ones we hold. Some of them, I understand, have attached themselves to certain families or individuals who set out food for them, or supply them cloth for clothing, or other needs they may have from time to time. It is a curious relationship. The Brownies aren’t pets of these people. Maybe you could call them good luck talismen. Much the relationship that the literary Brownies were assigned.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” said Blake.
“You thought your Brownie was another hallucination?”
“Yes, I did. I expected him to go away all the time, to simply vanish from my sight. But he didn’t. He sat there eating and wiping the crumbs off his whiskers and telling me where to place the flies. Over there, he’d say, there’s a big one over there just between that swirl of water and the bank. And there would be. He seemed to know where the fish were.”
“He was paying you back for the lunch. He was giving you good luck.”
“You think he actually did know where the fish were? I know, it seemed to me he did, but …”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” said Daniels. “As I told you, we don’t know too much about the Brownies. They probably have abilities we lack. Knowing where to find the fish might be one of them.” He glanced sharply at Blake. “You’d never heard about the Brownies? The real ones, I mean.”
“No, I never had.”
“I think that gives us a good time peg,” said Daniels. “If you had been here, on Earth, at that time, you would have heard about it.”
“Maybe I did, but don’t remember.”
“I don’t think so. The incident, to judge from the writings at the time, made a great public impression. It’s something that you would have recalled if you’d ever heard of it. It would have made a deep impression on your mind.”
“We have other time pegs,” said Blake. “This get-up that we wear is new to me. Robes and shorts and sandals. I can recall that I wore some sort of trousers and a jerkin. And the ships. The gravity grids are new to me. I can remember that we used nuclear power.…”
“We still do.”
“Nuclear power alone in my day. Now it is an auxiliary force to build up greater velocity, but the real power comes from the control and manipulation of gravitational forces.”
“There are a number of other things that are new to you, too,” said Daniels. “The houses …”
“They almost drove me crazy to start with,” Blake said. “But I’m relieved about that Brownie. It substracts one potential incident from my situation.”
“These hallucinations. You don’t think they are, of course. You told me yesterday.”
“I can’t see how they can be,” said Blake. “I remember everything that happens up to a certain point, then there is a blank and finally I’m myself again. I can’t remember a thing that happened during that blank period, although there is abundant evidence that something did transpire. And there is a definite period of time to account for it.”
“The second one,” said Daniels, “happened while you slept.”
“True. But the Room observed a certain phenomena, which transpired over a definite period of time.”
“What kind of house do you have?”
“A Norman-Gilson B258.”
“One of the newer and better models,” Daniels told him. “Beautifully instrumented and computerized. Practically fool-proof. Not much that could go wrong with one of them.”
“I don’t think anything did go wrong,” said Blake. “I think the Room told the truth. I think something was happening in that room. When I woke up I was on the floor …”
“But with no idea of what had happened, not until the Room told you. No id
“None at all. I had hoped you might have some idea.”
“Not, actually,” said Daniels. “No real idea, that is. There are two things about you—how do I say this?—well, that are confusing. Your physical condition, for one thing. You look like a man of thirty, perhaps the middle thirties. There are some lines in your face. You have the appearance of maturity. And yet your body is the body of a youth. There is no breakdown, no sign that breakdown is beginning. You’re a perfect physical specimen. And if you’re that, why the facial appearance of thirty?”
“And the other thing? You said there were two.”
“The other? Well, your electro-encephalogram shows up a strange pattern. The main brain pattern is there and recognizable. But there is something else as well. Almost—and I hesitate to say this—but almost as if another, or other brain patterns were transposed on your own. Rather feeble brain patterns, subsidiary patterns probably would be the way to say it, showing up, but not too strongly.”
“What are you trying to say, doctor? That there is something wrong mentally? Which would explain the hallucinations, of course. Which might mean there really are hallucinations.”
Daniels shook his head. “No, not that. But strange. Nothing to indicate any malfunction. Nothing that would indicate any brain deterioration. Your mind, apparently, is as healthy and as normal as your body. But almost as if you had more than one brain. Although we know, of course, that you have only one. The X-rays show that very clearly.”
“You’re sure that I am human?”
“Your body says you are. Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know,” said Blake. “You found me out in space. I came from space …”
“I see,” said Daniels. “But forget about it. There is no shred of evidence that you’re anything but human. The overwhelming evidence is that you are.”
“And now what? I go back home and wait for more of these …”
“Not right away,” said Daniels. “We’d like you to stay with us for awhile. A few more days. If you are willing.”
“More tests?”
“Well, perhaps. I’d like to talk with some of my colleagues, let some of them look at you. They may have something to offer. Mostly, I guess I’d like you to stay for some further observation.”
“In case there is another hallucination?”
“Something like that,” said Daniels.
“This brain business bothers me,” said Blake. “More than one, you say …”
“No. Just a suggestion of the encephalogram. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“O.K.,” said Blake, “I won’t.”
But what was it that Brownie had asked? How many of you are there? I could have sworn, when I first looked at you, that there was more than one of you.
“Doctor, about this Brownie …”
“What about the Brownie?”
“Nothing, I guess,” said Blake. “Nothing that’s important.”
10
Excerpt from proceedings of senatorial inquiry (regional, Washington, North America) into the proposal for a program of biological engineering as the basis for a colonizing policy on other solar systems.
MR. PETER DOTY, committee counsel: Your name is Austin Lukas?
DR. LUKAS: Yes, sir. I reside in Tenafly, New Jersey and am employed at Biologics, Inc., in New York City—Manhattan.
MR. DOTY: You head up the research department of that company, do you not?
DR. LUKAS: I am the chief of one of the research programs.
MR. DOTY: And this program deals with bioengineering?
DR. LUKAS: Yes, sir, it does. At the moment we are especially concerned with the problem of developing an all-purpose agricultural animal.
MR. DOTY: Would you please explain.
DR. LUKAS: Gladly. Our hope is to be able to develop an animal which will provide several different types of meat, that will give milk, provide wool or hair or fur, perhaps all three. It would replace, we would hope, the many specialized animals which man has used in his animal husbandry since the Neolithic Revolution.
SENATOR STONE: And I take it, Dr. Lukas, that you have some indications your research may result in some practical success.
DR. LUKAS: Indeed we do. I might say that we have the basic problems licked. We actually have a herd of these animals. What we are trying for now are certain refinements. We have as our goal the development of a single animal which will replace all the other farm animals, supplying everything they now supply.
SENATOR STONE: And in this you also have some hope of success?
DR. LUKAS: We are very much encouraged.
SENATOR STONE: And what do you call this animal that you have now, may I ask?
DR. LUKAS: We have no name for it, senator. We haven’t even bothered to try to think of one.
SENATOR STONE: It wouldn’t be a cow, would it?
DR. LUKAS: No, not entirely. It would have some bovine aspects, naturally.
SENATOR STONE: Nor a pig? Nor sheep?
DR. LUKAS: No, neither of those. Not entirely, of course. But with some characteristics of both.
SENATOR HORTON: I think that there is no need to go through these long preliminaries. What my distinguished colleague wants to ask you is whether this creature you are developing is something entirely new in the way of life—a synthetic life, let’s say—or whether it still can claim some relationship to present and natural forms?
DR. LUKAS: That, senator, is an extremely difficult question to answer. One could say, in all truthfulness, that the present and natural forms of life have been retained and used as patterns, but that what we have is essentially a new kind of animal.
SENATOR STONE: Thank you, sir. And I wish also to thank my fellow senator for his quick perception of the direction in which my questioning was leading. So here we have, you would say, an entirely new kind of creature, distantly associated, perhaps, with a cow, a pig, a sheep, perhaps with even other forms of life …
DR. LUKAS: Yes, with other forms of life. There may be a limit somewhere, of course, but at the moment we do not see it. We feel we may be able to keep on drafting various forms of life, fusing them together into something viable …
SENATOR STONE: And the further you go in this direction, the further you take this life form from its association with any present form of life?
DR. LUKAS: Yes, I suppose you could say that. I’d have to think about it before I gave an answer.
SENATOR STONE: Now, doctor, let me inquire into the state of the art. You can do this biological engineering with animals. Could the same thing be done with human beings?
DR. LUKAS: Oh, yes. Certainly it could.
SENATOR STONE: You feel certain that new types of humanity could be created in the laboratory. Perhaps many different types.
DR. LUKAS: I have no doubt of it.
SENATOR STONE: And once his had been done—once you had engineered a human to specific specifications, would that human breed true to the form you had created?
DR. LUKAS: There is no question of that. The animals we have created have bred true. It should be no different with a human. It is simply a matter of altering the genetic material. That is what must be done in the first place, you understand.
SENATOR STONE: Let us get this straight now. Suppose you did develop a new human strain, then that strain would reproduce other humans of the self-same strain?
DR. LUKAS: Exactly. Except, of course, for the tiny mutations and the variations which are implicit in the evolutionary processes. But that occurs even in the natural forms. That is how all life today evolved.
SENATOR STONE: And say you did create a new type of human being. Say, for example, one that would be able to exist under a condition of much higher gravity than we have here on earth, one that could breathe a different kind of air, one that could thrive on food which might be poisonous to the human being as he now exists, would you … Let me rephrase that question, if you don’t mind. Would it be possible, wo
DR. LUKAS: You’re asking only for my considered opinion, of course.
SENATOR STONE: That is right.
DR. LUKAS: Well, then, I’d say it would be entirely possible. First, you would have to take into consideration all the factors involved and then draft the biological blueprint and …
SENATOR STONE: But it could be done?
DR. LUKAS: Without any doubt at all.
SENATOR STONE: You could design a being which could exist under almost any planetary condition?
DR. LUKAS: Senator, I must make it clear that I couldn’t. The bioengineering of humans would not fall into my particular field. But yes, it does lie within the state of the art to do this. There are men working with the problem today who could do it. Not that there is any serious attempt at the moment to actually create such a human, but the problems, I understand, have been worked out.
SENATOR STONE: And the procedures, also?
DR. LUKAS: That is my understanding. The procedures also.
SENATOR STONE: And these men, working with these procedures, could design and create a human which would be able to live under any planetary condition?
DR. LUKAS: Well, not quite that sweeping, senator. Not any condition. Eventually perhaps, but not now. And there would, of course, be certain conditions which would be entirely incompatible with life of any sort.
SENATOR STONE: But a form of human life could be created which would exist under a number of conditions which at the moment would prohibit human life as we know it.
DR. LUKAS: I think that can stand as a fair statement.
SENATOR STONE: Then let me ask you, doctor … if such a life form were created, would it still be human?
DR. LUKAS: It would be based, so far as possible, upon the biological and intellectual pattern of a human being. This would be necessary. You have to have a starting point.
SENATOR STONE: Would it look like a human being?
DR. LUKAS: In many cases, it would not.
SENATOR STONE: In most cases, perhaps. Wouldn’t that be right, doctor?
DR. LUKAS: It would depend entirely upon the severity of the environmental parameters which would have to be met.