“I’ll swallow what you told me,” he said, “though I’m choking. But what about the people of Earth? Where did they come from?”
“Your ancestors of fifteen thousand years ago were made in the biolabs of the Lords. One set was made for this Earth and another set, exact duplicates, for the second Earth. Red Orc made two universes which were alike, and he put down on the face of each Earth the same peoples. Exactly the same in every detail.
“Orc set down in various places the infants, the Caucasoids, the Negroids and Negritos, the Mongolians, Amerinds, and Australoids. These were infants who were raised by Lords to be Stone Age peoples. Each group was taught a language, which, by the way, were artificial languages. They were also taught how to make stone and wooden tools, how to hunt, what rules of behavior to adopt, and so forth. And then the Lords disappeared. Most of them returned to the home universe, where they would make plans for building their own universes. Some stayed on the two Earths to see but not be seen. Eventually, all of these were killed or run out of the two universes by Red Orc, but that was a thousand years later.”
“Wait a minute,” Kickaha said. “I never thought about it, just took it for granted, I guess. But I thought all Lords were Caucasians.”
“That is just because it so happened that you only met Caucasoid Lords,” she said. “How many have you met, by the way?”
He grinned and said, “Six.”
“I would guess that there are about a thousand left, and of these about a third are Negroid and a third Mongolian, to use Terrestrial terms. On our world our equivalent of Australoids became extinct and our equivalent of Polynesians and Amerinds became absorbed by the Mongolians and Caucasoids.”
“That other Earth universe?” he said. “Have the peoples there developed on lines similar to ours? Or have they deviated considerably?”
“I couldn’t tell you,” she said. “Only Red Orc knows.”
He had many questions, including why there happened to be a num ber of gates on Earth over which Red Orc had no control. It occurred to him that these might be gates left over from the old days when many Lords were on Earth.
There was no time to ask more questions. They were crossing San Vicente at Wilshire now, and Stats was only a few dozen yards away. It was a low brick and stone building with a big plate glass window in front. His heart was beating fast. The prospect of seeing Wolff and Chryseis again made him happier than he had been for a long time. Nevertheless, he did not lose his wariness.
“We’ll walk right on by the first time,” he said. “Let’s case it.”
They were opposite the restaurant. There were about a dozen people eating in it, two waitresses, and a woman at the cash register. Two uniformed policemen were in a booth; their black and white car was in the plaza parking lot west of the building. Neither Wolff nor Chryseis was there.
It was still not quite nine o’clock, however, and Wolff might be approaching cautiously.
They halted before the display window of a dress shop. From their vantage point, they could observe anybody entering or leaving the restaurant. Two customers got up and walked out. The policemen showed no signs of leaving. A car drove into the plaza, pulled into a slot, and turned its lights out. A man and a woman, both white-haired, got out and went in to the restaurant. The man was too short and skinny to be Wolff, and the woman was too tall and bulky to be Chryseis.
A half hour passed. More customers arrived and more left. None of them could be his friends. At a quarter to ten, the two policemen left.
Anana said, “Could we go inside now? I’m so hungry, my stomach is eating itself.”
“I don’t like the smell of this,” he said. “Nothing looks wrong, except Wolff not being here yet. We’ll wait a while, give him a chance to show. But we’re not going inside that place. It’s too much like a trap.”