SECOND STAGE LENSMAN
First serialized in “ASTOUNDING,” Nov ’41 – Feb ’42;
BY E. E. “DOC” SMITH
FOREWORD
A couple of billion years ago, when the first and Second Galaxies were passing
through each other and when myriads of planets were coming into being where only a
handful had existed before, two races of beings were already ancient. Each had
become independent of the chance formation of planets upon which to live. Each had
won a large measure of power over its environment; the Arisians by force of mind alone,
the Eddorians by employing both mind and mechanism.
The Arisians were native to this, our normal space-time continuum. They had
lived in it since the unthinkably remote time of their origin. The original Arisia was very
much like Earth. Thus all our normal space was permeated by Arisian life-spores, and
thus upon all Earth-like planets there came into being races more or less like what the
Arisians had been in the days of their racial youth.
The Eddorians, on the other hand, were interlopers. They came to our space-
time continuum from some horribly different plenum. For eons they had been exploring
the Macrocosmic All; moving their planets from plenum to plenum; seeking that which at
last they found—one in which there were enough planets, soon to be inhabited by
intelligent life, to sate even the Eddorian lust for dominance. Here, in our own universe,
they would stay; and here supreme they would rule.
The Elders of Arisia, however, the ablest thinkers of the race, had known of and
had studied the Eddorians for many cycles of time. Their integrated Visualization of the
Cosmic All showed what was to happen. No more than the Arisians themselves could
the Eddorians be slain by any physical means; nor could the Arisians, unaided, kill all
the invaders by mental force. Eddore’s All-Highest and his Innermost Circle, in their
ultrashielded citadel, could be destroyed only by a mental bolt of such nature and
magnitude that its generator, which was to become known as the Galactic Patrol, would
require several long Arisian lifetimes for its building.
Nor would that building be easy. The Eddorians must be kept in ignorance, both
of Arisia and of the proposed generator, until too late to take effective counter-
measures. Also, no entity below the third level of intelligence could ever be allowed to
learn the truth, for that knowledge would set up an inferiority complex that would rob the
generator of its ability to do the work.
On the four most promising planets of the First Galaxy —our Earth or Sol Three,
Velantia, Rigel Four, and Palain Seven—breeding programs, to develop the highest
mentality of which each race was capable, were begun as soon as intelligent life
appeared.
On our Earth there were only two blood lines, since humanity has only two sexes.
One was a straight male line of descent, and was always named Kinnison or its
equivalent. Civilizations rose and fell; Arisia surreptitiously lifting them up, Eddore
callously knocking them down. Pestilences raged, and wars, and famines, and
holocausts and disasters that decimated entire populations again and again; but the
direct male line of descent of the Kinnisons was never broken.
The other line, sometimes male and sometimes female, which was to culminate
in the female penultimate of the Arisian program, was equally persistent and was
characterized throughout its prodigious length by a peculiarly spectacular shade of red-
bronze-auburn hair and equally striking gold-flecked, tawny eyes. Atlantis fell, but the
red-headed, yellow-eyed child of red-haired Captain Phryges had been sent to North
Maya, and lived. Patroclus, the red-headed gladiator, begot a red-haired daughter
before he was cut down. And so it went.
World Wars One, Two, and Three, occupying as they did only a few moments of
Arisian-Eddorian time, formed merely one incident in the eons-long game. Immediately
after that incident, Gharlane of Eddore made what proved to be an error. Knowing
nothing of the Arisians, he assumed that the then completely ruined Tellus would not
require his personal attention again for many hundreds of Tellurian years, and went
elsewhere; to Rigel Four, to Palain Seven, and to Velantia Two, or Delgon, where he
found that his creatures, the Overlords, were not progressing satisfactorily. He spent
quite a little time there; during which the men of Earth, aided by the Arisians, made a
rapid recovery from the ravages of atomic warfare and very rapid advances in both
sociology and technology.
Virgil Samms, the auburn-haired, tawny-eyed Crusader who was to become the
first wearer of Arisia’s Lens, took advantage of the demoralization to institute an
effective planetary police force. Then, with the advent of interplanetary flight, he was
instrumental in forming the Interplanetary League. As head of the Triplanetary Service
he took a leading part in the brief war with the Nevians, a race of highly intelligent
amphibians who used allotropic iron as a source of atomic power.
Gharlane of Eddore came back to the Solarian System as Gray Roger, the
enigmatic and practically immortal scourge of space, only to find his every move so
completely blocked that he could not kill two ordinary human beings, Conway Costigan
and Clio Marsden. Nor were these two, in spite of some belief to the contrary, anything
but what they seemed. Neither of them ever knew that they were being protected.
Gharlane’s blocker was in fact an Arisian fusion; the four-ply mentality which was to
become known to every Lensman of the Patrol as Mentor of Arisia.
The inertialess drive, which made an interstellar trip a matter of minutes instead
of lifetimes, brought with it such an increase in crime, and made detection of criminals
so difficult, that law enforcement broke down almost completely. As Samms himself
expressed it:
“How can legal processes work efficiently—work at all, for that matter—when a
man can commit a murder or a pirate can loot a space-ship and be a hundred parsecs
away before the crime is even discovered? How can a Tellurian John Law find a
criminal on a strange world that knows nothing of our Patrol, with a completely alien
language— maybe no language at all—when it takes months even to find out who and
where—if any—the native police officers are?”
Also there was the apparently insuperable difficulty of identification of authorized
personnel. Triplanetary’s best scientists had done their best in the way of a non-
counterfeitable badge—the historic Golden Meteor, which upon touch impressed upon
the toucher’s consciousness an unpronounceable,—unspellable syllable—but that best
was not enough. What physical science could devise and synthesize, physical science
could analyze and duplicate; and that analysis and duplication had caused trouble
indeed.
Triplanetary needed something vastly better than its meteor. In fact, without a
better, its expansion into an inter-systemic organization would probably be impossible. It
needed something to identify a Patrolman, anytime and anywhere. This something must
be impossible of duplication or imitation—ideally, it should kill, painfully, any entity
attempting imposture. It should operate as a telepath or endow its wearer with telepathic
power—how else could a Tellurian converse with peoples such as the Rigellians, who
could not talk, see, or hear?
Both Solarian Councillor Virgil Samms and his friend of old, Commissioner of
Public Safety Roderick Kinnison, knew these things; but they also knew how utterly
preposterous their thoughts were; how utterly and self-evidently impossible such a
device was.
But Arisia again came to the rescue. The scientist working on the meteor
problem, one Dr. Nels Bergenholm—who, all unknown to even his closest associates,
was a form of flesh energized at various times by various Arisians—reported to Virgil
Samms that:
(1) Physical science could not then produce what was needed, and probably
could never do so. (2) Although it could not be explained by any symbology known to
man, there was—there must be—a science of die mind; a science whose tangible
products physical science could neither analyze nor imitate. (3) Virgil Samms, by going
to Arisia, could obtain exactly what was needed.
“Arisia! Of all the hells in space, why Arisia?” Kinnison demanded. “How? Don’t
you know that nobody can get anywhere near that damn planet?”
“I know that the Arisians are very well versed in that science. I know that if Virgil
Samms goes to Arisia he will obtain the symbol he needs. I know that he will never
obtain it otherwise. As to how I know these things—I can’t—I just —I know them, I tell
you!”
And since Bergenholm was already as well known for uncannily accurate
“hunches” as for a height of genius bordering on insanity, the two leaders of Civilization
did not press him farther, but went immediately to the hitherto forbidden planet. They
were—apparently—received hospitably enough, and were given Lenses by Mentor of
Arisia; Lenses which, it developed, were all that Bergenholm had indicated, and more.
The Lens is a lenticular structure of hundreds of thousands of tiny crystalloids,
built and tuned to match the individual life force—the ego, the personality—of one
individual entity. While not, strictly speaking, alive, it is endowed with a sort of pseudo-