They went cautiously into a very large room with halls running off it in two directions. There were five rooms off each hall, all but one with closed doors, which would not open at Burton’s request. Though he could not get into them, he could see into them by simply asking the Computer for screen vision. And he wished that he had not been so curious.
The only one of the all-male prisoners, one in each room, whom he recognized was Dunaway, the man who had raped Star Spoon in Turpinville. The others were three Chinese, two Caucasians, an Amerindian, two Negroes, and a Neanderthal. Li Po knew one of the Chinese.
“He is Wang Chih Mao, a minor official of the emperor. I met him once. Star Spoon later told me about him. He is the man who raped her when she was ten years old.”
Four of them were gibbering insane. Two seemed to be close to going crazy. Dunaway was one of the two who had retreated into catatonia. The ninth was hiding under the bed and would not come out when Burton called him via the screen.
Burton watched the past displays on the ceilings, floors, and walls of all the rooms. Over and over again, as seen through Star Spoon’s eyes, the rapings were shown on large screens, in living color, and at high volume. The men could escape these only by sleep, which would not have come easily, by madness, or by death. Suicide was almost impossible. They were naked and so could not make nooses from their clothes. Their converters gave them only bread, boneless meat, and vegetables. Except for the beds, which consisted only of frame and mattress, there was no furniture. The bathrooms had a seatless toilet and a faucet for cold water above a small bowl. No soap, no towels and no toilet paper.
Alice shuddered. “She got her revenge. Horrible!”
“Poetic justice,” Frigate said. “Gotten with the aid of science.”
“There’s nothing we can do for them,” Burton said, “unless we can shut off the converter power and let them starve to death.”
Questioned, the Computer said that it could not do that without Star Spoon’s authorization.
Finding nothing revealing in the main room or Star Spoon’s bedroom, they began working the areas that the Computer refused to scan for them. Though they came across twelve such, they could not get into the rooms that they knew were behind locked doors or blank walls. At the end of three weeks they quit. There was still another place to investigate, the vast deep underground pre-resurrection chamber in which Burton had awakened so many years ago. But they could not get into this.
“Neither could Star Spoon,” Burton said.
Now that the immediate major problem was out of the way, they had to consider their future. They could not get out of the tower, and they could bring in no lovers or companions. They were three men and one woman who would have only each other.
The years ahead of them, Burton thought, were not just bleak. The future was a psychic Siberia, an emotional Ice Age. It was true that the four of them had known one another intimately for many years and had gone through many hardships together and had worked as an excellent team—none better— for their goal. They were getting along now without suffering the abrasions that usually wore people out with one another’s too-close and too-often contact, but, eventually, they would grow sick of one another. They must have more than a community of four. They would need lovers and good friends and the occasional new person to meet.
“Man does not live by bread alone,” a wise man had once said. He could also have said that no one lives, truly lives, without others to talk to, many others.
By the time that the Gardenworlders came, the four would be twisted, cranky, eccentric. Strange. Odd hermits. Stir-crazy.
There was also the problem of sexual release. Alice would not take all three as lovers, or even one. Alice firmly believed that to be a lover, you had to be in love.
One evening, the men sat on chairs on a balcony of the castle in Burton’s world, where all were living for that month. The artificial sun was ten degrees above the artificial west horizon, and they were having their drinks while they waited for Alice to join them. Li Po had said that the longer time went on, the less repulsive was the idea of making beautiful female androids programmed to be bedpartners.
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