The Puppet Masters By Robert A. Heinlein

The Puppet Masters By Robert A. Heinlein

The Puppet Masters By Robert A. Heinlein

Published by Ballentine Books:

BETWEEN PLANETS

CITIZEN OF THE GALAXY

THE DOOR INTO SUMMER

DOUBLE STAR

FARMER IN THE SKY

FRIDAY

GRUMBLES FROM THE GRAVE

HAVE SPACESUIT—WILL TRAVEL

JOB: A COMEDY OF JUSTICE

THE PUPPET MASTERS

RED PLANET

ROCKET SHIP GALILEO

THE ROLLING STONES

SPACE CADET

THE STAR BEAST

STARMAN JONES

TIME FOR THER STARS

WALDO & MAGIC, INC

I

Were they truly intelligent? By themselves, that is? I don’t know and I don’t know how we can ever find out. I’m not a lab man; I’m an operator.

With the Soviets it seems certain that they did not invent anything. They simply took the communist power-for-power’s-sake and extended it without any “rotten liberal sentimentality” as the commissars put it. On the other hand, with animals they were a good deal more than animal.

(It seems strange no longer to see dogs around. When we finally come to grips with them, there will be a few million dogs to avenge. And cats. For me, one particular cat.)

If they were not truly intelligent, I hope I never live to see us tangle with anything at all like them, which is intelligent. I know who will lose. Me. You. The so-called human race.

For me it started much too early on July 12, ’07, with my phone shrilling in a frequency guaranteed to peel off the skull. I felt around my person, trying to find the thing to shut it off, then recalled that I had left it in my jacket across the room. “All right,” I growled. “I hear you. Shut off that damned noise.”

“Emergency,” a voice said in my ear. “Report in person.”

I told him what to do with his emergency. “I’m on a seventy-two hour pass.”

“Report to the Old Man,” the voice persisted, “at once.”

That was different. “Moving,” I acknowledged and sat up with a jerk that hurt my eyeballs. I found myself facing a blonde. She was sitting up, too, and staring at me round-eyed.

“Who are you talking to?” she demanded.

I stared back, recalling with difficulty that I had seen her before. “Me? Talking?” I stalled while trying to think up a good lie, then, as I came wider-awake, realized that it did not have to be a very good lie as she could not possibly have heard the other half of the conversation. The sort of phone my section uses is not standard; the audio relay was buried surgically under the skin back of my left ear—bone conduction. “Sorry, babe,” I went on. “Had a nightmare. I often talk in my sleep.”

“Sure you’re all right?”

“I’m fine, now that I’m awake,” I assured her, staggering a bit as I stood up. “You go back to sleep.”

“Well, uh—” She was breathing regularly almost at once. I went into the bath, injected a quarter grain of “Gyro” in my arm, then let the vibro shake me apart for three minutes while the drug put me back together. I stepped out a new man, or at least a good mock-up of one, and got my jacket. The blonde was snoring gently.

I let my subconscious race back along its track and realized with regret that I did not owe her a damned thing, so I left her. There was nothing in the apartment to give me away, nor even to tell her who I was.

I entered our section offices through a washroom booth in MacArthur Station. You won’t find our offices in the phone lists. In fact, it does not exist. Probably I don’t exist either. All is illusion. Another route is through a little hole-in-the-wall shop with a sign reading RARE STAMPS & COINS. Don’t try that route either—they’ll try to sell you a Tu’penny Black.

Don’t try any route. I told you we didn’t exist, didn’t I?

There is one thing no head of a country can know and that is: how good is his intelligence system? He finds out only by having it fail him. Hence our section. Suspenders and belt. United Nations had never heard of us, nor had Central Intelligence—I think. I heard once that we were blanketed into an appropriation for the Department of Food Resources, but I would not know; I was paid in cash.

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