But, of course, she didn’t.
* * *
It was like having wandered off-stage, accidentally and without realizing it, and suddenly finding oneself looking at something that went on behind the scenery.
Whatever the purpose of the something was, chance observers weren’t likely to be welcome.
She could tiptoe away, but so long as the Psychology Service was theoretically capable of looking inside her head at any moment to see what she had been up to, that didn’t change anything. Sooner or later they’d take that look. And then they’d interfere with her again, probably in a more serious manner.
So far, there seemed to be no way of getting around the advantage they had in being able to probe minds. Of course, there were such things as mind-blocks. But even if she’d known how to go about finding somebody who would be willing to equip her with one, mind-blocks were supposed to become dangerous to one’s mental health when they were retained indefinitely. And if she had one, she would have to retain it indefinitely. Mind-blocks weren’t the answer she wanted.
On occasion, in the days following her conversation with the ethics hearing specialists, Telzey had a very odd feeling that the answer she wanted wasn’t far away. But nothing else would happen; and the feeling faded quickly. The Psionic Cop popped up in her dreams now and then, each time with less effect than before; or more rarely, he’d come briefly into her awareness after she’d been concentrated on study for a few hours. On the whole, the Cop was a minor nuisance. It looked as if the underlying compulsion had been badly shaken up by the digging around she’d done when she discovered it, and was gradually coming apart.
But that again might simply prompt the Psychology Service to take much more effective measures the next time. . . .
That was how matters stood around the beginning of the third week after Telzey’s return from Jontarou. Then, one afternoon, she met an alien who was native to a non-oxygen world humans listed by a cosmographic code symbol, and who possessed a well-developed psionic talent of his own.
* * *
She had spent several hours that day in one of Orado City’s major universities to gather data for a new study assignment and, on her way out, came through a hall containing a dozen or so live habitat scenes from wildly contrasting worlds. The alien was in one of the enclosures, which was about a thousand cubic yards in size and showed an encrusted jumble of rocks lifting about the surface of an oily yellow liquid. The creature was sprawled across the rocks like a great irregular mass of translucent green jelly, with a number of variously shaped, slowly moving crimson blotches scattered through its interior.
Strange as it appeared, she was in a hurry and wouldn’t have done more than glance at it through the sealing energy field which formed the transparent front wall if she hadn’t caught a momentary telepathic impulse from within the enclosure as she passed. This wasn’t so unusual in itself; there was, when one gave close attention to it, frequently a diffused psionic murmuring of human or animal origin or both around, but as a rule it was unaware and vague as the sound somebody might make in breathing.
The pulse that came from the alien thing seemed quite different. It could have been almost a softly whispered question, the meaningful probe of an intelligent telepath.
Telzey checked, electrified, to peer in at it. It lay motionless, and the impulse wasn’t repeated. She might have been mistaken.
She shaped a thought herself, a light, unalarming “Hello, who are you?” sort of thought, and directed it gently at the green-jelly mass on the rocks.
A slow shudder ran over the thing; and then suddenly something smashed through her with numbing force. She felt herself stagger backwards, had an instant’s impression of another blow coming, and of raising her arm to ward it off. Then she was somehow seated on a bench at the far end of the hall, and a uniformed attendant was asking her concernedly how she felt. It appeared she had fainted for the first time in her life. He’d picked her up off the floor and carried her to the bench.
Telzey still felt dazed, but not nearly dazed enough to tell him the truth. At the moment, she wasn’t sure just what had happened back there, but it definitely was something to keep to herself. She told him the first thing to come to her mind, which was that she had skipped lunch and suddenly began to feel dizzy. That was all she remembered.
He looked somewhat relieved. “There’s a cafeteria upstairs.”
Telzey smiled, nodded. “I’ll eat something and then I’ll be all right!” She stood up.
The attendant didn’t let her get away so easily. He accompanied her to the cafeteria, guiding her along by an elbow as if she were an infirm old lady. After he’d settled her at a table, he asked what she would like, and brought it to her. Then he sat down across from her.
“You do seem all right again!” he remarked at last. His anxious look wasn’t quite gone. “The reason this has sort of spooked me, miss,” he went on, “is something that happened around half a year ago.”
“Oh? What was that?” Telzey asked carefully, sipping at the foamy chocolate-colored drink he had got for her. She wasn’t at all hungry, but he obviously intended to hang around until she downed it.
There had been this other visitor, the attendant said, a well-dressed gentleman standing almost exactly where Telzey had been standing. The attendant happened to be glancing towards him when the gentleman suddenly began to stagger around, making moaning and screeching sounds, and dropped to the floor. “Only that time,” the attendant said, “he was dead before we got there. And, ugh, his face . . . well, excuse me! I don’t want to spoil your appetite. But it was a bad affair all around.”
Telzey kept her eyes on her drink. “Did they find out what was wrong with him?”
“Something to do with his heart, they told me.” The attendant looked at her doubtfully. “Well, I suppose it must have been his heart. It’s just that those are very peculiar creatures they keep in that hall. It can make you nervous working around them.”
“What kind of creatures are they?” Telzey asked.
He shook his head, said they didn’t have names. Federation expeditions brought them back from one place and another, and they were maintained here, each in its made-to-order environment, so the scientists from the university could study them. In his opinion, they were such unnatural beasts that the public should be barred from the hall; but he didn’t make the rules. Of course, there was actually no way they could hurt anybody from inside the habitat tanks, not through those force fields. But it had unnerved him today to see another visitor topple over before that one particular tank. . . .
He returned to his duties finally, and Telzey pushed her empty glass aside and considered the situation.
By now, every detail of what happened there had returned to her memory. The green-jelly creature definitely did hurt people through the energy screens around its enclosure . . . if the people happened to be telepaths. In them it found mental channels through which it could send savage surges of psi force. So the unfortunate earlier visitor had been a psi, who responded as unsuspectingly as she did to the alien’s probing whisper, and then met quick death.
She’d fallen into the same trap, but escaped. In the first instant of stunned confusion, already losing consciousness, she’d had a picture of herself raising her arm to block the creature’s blows. She hadn’t done it, of course; the blows weren’t physical ones, and couldn’t be blocked in that manner. But in the same reflexive, immediate manner, she’d done something else, not even knowing what she did, but doing it simply because it was the only possible defensive move she could have made at that instant, and in that particular situation.
Now she knew what the move had been. Something that seemed as fragile as a soap bubble was stretched about her mind. But it wasn’t fragile. It was a curtain of psi energy she’d brought into instant existence to check the creature’s psi attacks as her senses blacked out.
It was still there, being maintained by a small part of her consciousness. She felt certain she could drop it, then raise it again at will—though she had no intention of doing that until she was a good, long distance away from the hostile mind in the habitat tank downstairs.
Although it needn’t be, Telzey thought, a particularly hostile creature. Perhaps it had simply acted as it would have done on its own world where other telepathic creatures might be a natural prey, to be tricked into revealing themselves as they came near, and then struck down.