“We will wind up with people walking along humming, „The president joined the Party in 1941“?” I said.
“Something like that, yes.”
“Anything more?”
“ „What a grand chick,““ Sadassa said.
“Beg pardon?”
““What a grand chick.“ Shortened in the song to „Grand chick“ or „A grand chick.“ Except that the backup vocals will occasionally change it from „A grand chick“ to „Aramchek.“ Consciously, people listening will continue to construe the words as „A grand chick,“ but on an unconscious level they will absorb the altered information. It goes back to the famous -”
“I know what it goes back to,” I said. “The famous LP track still selling in the millions with the „Smoke dope, smoke dope, everybody smoke dope“ backup vocal subtrack.”
She laughed her throaty laugh. “Right.”
“Ferris Fremont knows about the satellite, does he?” I asked.
“They’ve guessed. Guessed right. They’ve been searching for it, and now of course Georgi Moyashka has located it, in cooperation with our own stations. Between the US and the USSR, Aramchek – the satellite – has been pinpointed. The satellite that Moyashka is sending up is of course armed. It will „accidentally“ explode, taking the Aramchek satellite with it.”
“Can another satellite be dispatched?” I asked. “From Albemuth?”
Sadassa said, “It takes thousands of years.”
Stunned, I sat simply gazing at her. “And they haven’t started one -”
“One is coming. It will arrive long after every human alive today on this planet is dead. The Aramchek satellite presently in our sky has been there since the time of the great Egyptian Empire, since the time of Moses. Remember the burning bush?”
I nodded. I knew the sensation of phosphene activity, blinding my vision: the manifestation of unending fire. We had been helped in our fight against slavery for a long time. But now the days of the satellite were numbered. The Russians could get a satellite up in – suddenly I realized: they’ve probably had one on the launch pad, waiting. As the final stage of a rocket, all in place. All they have to do is program its route.
“Liftoff,” Sadassa said, as if reading my thoughts, “will be at the end of this week. And then the satellite dies. The help and information cease.”
“How can you be so calm about it?” I said.
“I’m always calm,” Sadassa said. “I taught myself to be calm. We’ve known for months, that this was coming. We have the information we need – we have all we’re going to get. It should be enough; the Aramchek satellite lasted until its work was done. There are enough of the plasmatic life forms here on Earth to – “
“I don’t think we’re going to be able to do it,” I said.
“But we will make the record.”
“Oh, yes,” I said. “We can start tomorrow. Tonight, if you want. I have a couple of ideas who we can get to record it. Releases we were planning anyhow, good ones. Major ones we intended to promote.”
“Fine,” Sadassa said.
“Why did the satellite pick the Jews back in ancient times,” I asked, “to speak to?”
“They were shepherds, out under the stars, not city dwellers cut off from the sky. There were two kingdoms, Israel and Judah; it was to Judah, the farmers and shepherds, that Valis spoke. Haven’t you noticed that you hear the AI operator better when the wind is blowing in from the desert?”
“I wondered about that,” I said.
“What we receive,” Sadassa said, “is pararadio signals, a radiation enclosure of the radio beam, so that if the radio message is decoded it signifies nothing. That is why Dr Moyashka has never been able to unscramble the instructions passing from the satellite to Earth; the radio signal alone is only half the total information. The violent phosphene activity you experience from time to time, especially when the plasmatic personality was beaming down, is stimulated by radiation, not the radio signal. That kind of radiation is unknown to us here. Except for the phosphene response it passes unnoticed, and only the receiving person experiences the phosphene response. Other organisms may experience changes in blood volume and pressure, but that is all.”
I said, That can’t be the only reason the ancient Jews were selected, because they lived outdoors.”
“No, that’s not the only reason. That’s why they were accessible to approach and contact. The position of ancient Judah to the tyrannical empires was the same as ours is to Ferris Fremont; they were an unassimilated remnant of mankind, unsullied by power and majesty. They always fought the empires, whatever they were; they always strove for independence and freedom and individuality; they were the spearhead of modern man, opposed to the crushing uniformity of Babylon, and Assyria, and most of all Rome. What they were to Rome then, we are to Rome now.”
“But remember what happened in 70 A.D.,” I said, “when they revolted against Rome. Complete massacre of their people, destruction of the temple, and dispersion forever.”
Sadassa said, “And you’re afraid of that happening now,”
“Yes,”I said.
“Ferris Fremont will destroy us whether we attack him or not. At the end of this week he will shoot the Aramchek satellite down, via Soviet technology. Meanwhile the FAPers are trying to locate all the tandem personalities created by the satellite – people like you and me, Nick. That’s why the confession kits, that’s why the growing police supervision. You didn’t know what they were searching for when they came to you, but they did.”
“Have they caught very many of us?”
“I don’t know,” Sadassa said. “Since we rarely have contact with one another . . . such as you and I have as we sit here. But I’ve been told that half the organization has been discovered – on a person-by-person basis – and killed. We are killed, when we are found, not imprisoned. Often killed as they tried to kill me: by toxin. The government arsenals possess very potent toxins, as a weapon of domestic war. They leave no traces in the body; no coroner can ascertain the cause of death.”
“But you lived on,” I said.
The fact that Valis healed me,” Sadassa said, “was unexpected to them. Metastasizing cancer had riddled my body before he intervened and healed me. I was healed of it in a day; all the cancer cells, even in my spinal column and brain, disappeared. The doctors could find no trace.”
“What happens to you when the satellite is destroyed?”
“I don’t know, Nick,” she said calmly. “I guess I succumb once more. Maybe not; maybe Valis’s healing is permanent.”
If it is not, I realized, then I regain my internal chest injuries from the auto accident. But I said nothing.
“What frightens you the most about this whole situation?” Sadassa asked. “The invasion? That was what – “
„The end of the satellite,” I said.
“Then you’re not frightened at what has happened to you. To each of us.”
“No,” I said. “Well, frightened in a good way because it was such a surprise. And I didn’t understand it. But it saved me from the police.”
“You got something in the mail.”
“Yes,” I said.
“They can detect the general area of a massive transmission print out. They knew the beam went to someone in your area. They probably mailed – the police cryptographers, I mean – probably mailed similar material to everyone near you. What did you do with it?”
“Phoned up FAP. But it wasn’t me, it was – “ I hesitated, not knowing how to refer to it.
“Firebright,” Sadassa said.
“What?” I said.
“That’s how I refer to the plasmatic entity in me; I call it „firebright.“ That’s a description, not a name; he’s like a little egg of pale, cold fire. Glowing with life up here.” She touched her forehead. “It’s strange to have him inside me, alive and unnoticed. Hidden in me, as he’s hidden in you. Others can’t see him. He’s safe.” She added, “Relatively safe.”
“If I am killed,” I said, “will he die with me?”
“He’s immortal.” She gazed at me for a time. “So are you now, Nicholas. Once firebright bondecl to you, you became an immortal creature. As he goes on, you go on with him; when your body is destroyed and he leaves he will take you with him. They won’t desert us. As you and I have housed and sheltered them, they will take us along, into eternity.”
“A reward?” I asked.
“Yes. For what we’ve done, or tried to do. They value the effort, the attempt, as equal to the achievement. They judge by the heart. By intention. They know we can only do so much, that if we fail we fail. We can only try.”
“You think we’re going to fail too,” I said. Sadassa said nothing. She sipped her drink.
At the end of the week the Soviet Union announced that there had been a mysterious explosion aboard the intercept satellite which they had launched to photograph the ETI satellite. The force of the blast had destroyed both satellites. Cause of the mighty explosion was unknown, but presumed to be in the Soviet satellite’s fuel supply. Dr Moyashka had ordered a full inquiry-.