CHAPTER 26
“HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT, Jim!” Angelina said. “He saved your life.” “He did-and I saved his.” “He was a prisoner like you. He wouldn’t spy for Slakey.” “He was. And he did.” Coypu got into the disbelieving act. “Impossible. You told me, he’s a simple mechanic. It would take a mathematician of incredible skill to alter those equations so subtly that I would never notice the changes.” I raised my hands to silence the growing protest. “Dear friends-why don’t we put this to the empirical test. Let’s ask him.” In a matter of seconds the professor had pumped a massive electronic charge into Berkk’s brain and drained it out of his heel. Leaving the brain empty of all intelligence. The captive Slakey was now just random fizzling electrons, which was fine; there were certainly enough other manifestations of him around. Then Coypu seized up the other fully charged TF that was full of Berkk and plugged it back to his body. A switch was thrown and, hopefully, Berkk was back home again. Dr. Mastigophora filled a hypodermic with psycho blaster antidote and shot it into Berkk’s arm. He stirred and moaned and his eyes fluttered open. “Why am I strapped down?” I recognized his voice. Slakey was gone and Berkk was home again. “Free him if you please, Professor.” The clamps jumped open and I went to remove the restraining belt. “Ouch,” Berkk said, touching his bruised lips. “It was Slakey, wasn’t it? He did this to me.” He sat up and groaned. “Was it worth it? Did you get what you needed?” “Not quite,” I said. “But before we go into that-I would like to ask you one simple question.” “What’s that?” “Why did you sabotage Professor Coypu’s interuniversal transporter?” “Why. . . why do you think I would do a thing like that?” “You tell me, Berkk.” He looked around at us, not smiling, with a very trappedanimal look. This suddenly changed. He looked up blankly; and a horrified expression transformed his face. “No!” he shouted hoarsely. “Don’t do that-you can’t. . Then he dropped his face into his hands and wept unashamedly. No one spoke, not knowing what was happening. Finally he looked up, dragged his sleeve across his wet eyes. “Gone,” he said. “Back to the rock quarrying. Back to that hell in Heaven.” “Would you be kind enough to explain?” I asked. “Me, I, you know. Me twice. He, I mean me, is back in the quarry. Grabbed by that foul one-eyed robot.” Sudden realization struck. “Did Slakey duplicate you the way he duplicates himself?” “Yes. “Then all is clear,” I said smugly “Not to a lot of us, diGriz,” Angelina said, all patience gone. “Spell it out so we peasants can understand. And quickly.” “Sorry, my love. But the explanation is a simple one. When Slakey had me thrown into the rock works he must have been worried about my presence in Heaven, and even more concerned about what Coypu or the Special Corps would do next. So he enlisted Berkk here to watch me. Doubled him and must have done horrible things to one of him to make the other be his spy.” “Chains,” Berkk moaned. “Torture. Electric shock. I had to do what he told~ me because I felt everything that he was doing to the other me. Chained to the wall in Slakey’s lab.” ‘And of course because you knew everything that you and I were doing, the other you also knew everything that we were doing and reported it to Slakey?” “All the time. Slakey had me build those rebar cages so we could escape. He knew just what we were doing at the very moment we were doing it.” “But escaping in those cages was very dangerous!” “What did he care? If we died it wouldn’t have bothered him in the slightest. But once we had landed on the rock pile safely, he cleared out the cyclotron building so we could get through it. When we reached the unnildecnovum sorting tables he sent the robot after us to see what would happen, if we had any way of escaping. We did.” “You spying rat,” Angelina said, and I saw her fingers arching into claws. “A viper in our bosom. We save your life and all you can do is sabotage the professor’s machine.” “I had no choice,” Ron moaned. “The me with Slakey told him everything. Slakey was ready to kill that me at any time if I didn’t do what he ordered. When I woke up after the operation you had all gone away. I came here and this laboratory was empty-the professor was sleeping. That was Slakey’s perfect chance to do the sabotage. I did exactly what he told me to do. Changed the equations and the settings and everything.” “Did he also order you to volunteer to have his brain pumped into your head?” “That was my idea, I really meant I was volunteering-he also ordered me to do it, knowing you would get nothing out of it. And it would add to my credibility. I had no choice. . “Forget it,” I said. “It’s all in the past and we can get through to the other universes again since the professor has undone your damage. Your spying days for Slakey are over, so now you can spy for us. You could very well be the key to putting paid to all the Slakeys. Help us and maybe we will be able to save the other you.” “Could you really?” “We can but try. Now-the first question. What is going on with all the rock mining and crushing and sorting? We still have no idea of what Slakey’s operation is all about. You used the word ‘unnildeenovum.’ What is it?” “I have no idea. But since the other me was with Slakey all of the time I could see and hear everything that he did. He used the word in reference to the sorting tables, just once.” “It must be the substance we were looking for,” Angelina said. “But what is it used for?” “I don’t know. But I do know it is the most important thing for Slakey. Nothing else really matters. And I think I know where it goes. Slakey kept me chained to the machine, the one like the professor’s there, so! could tell him everything that was happening. But I could also see everything that he was doing. There were sometimes up to three of him present at one time. They didn’t talk because, after all, they were all the same person. But one time he had that robot on the screen and he said something like ‘Take the unnildeenovum there.’ That was all.” “That’s enough,” Professor Coypu said, throwing some switches and pointing at the screen. Blue skies and floating white clouds. “Heaven. That’s where it is all happening. He could have his mine on any one of a thousand planets, but what he mines ends up n Heaven for processing-” “Just a moment if you please, Professor,” I said. “What was that remark about any one of a thousand planets?” • “The substance he is mining. Very common.” “You know what it is?” • “Of course. Your clothing and Angelina’s were coated with it. It is called coal. A crystalline form of carbon. It can be found on a great number of planets. He has it mined and ground to a fine powder. It is then bombarded in the cyclotron where a certain small proportion is changed to unnildecnovum, which is then sorted out by the women. Its very name reveals its identity. Unnildecnovum, one hundred and nineteen in the periodic table. A new element with unknown qualities. Entropy is involved, that is all we can be sure of. The women can detect that, so they can sort the unnildecnovum from the coal dust. This is then collected by that shoddy robot and taken-some place for some reason.” “Find the place-and we find the reason,” I said triumphantly. “It has to be in Heaven, that is one thing we can be sure of.” “I’ll take care of that,” Inskipp said as he marched in. He had undoubtedly been monitoring everything that was happening in the lab and had picked the right moment to take over. “The Space Marines are on their way here. Gunships, tanks, flame throwers, field guns.. “No way, Jose,” I said with a great deal of feeling. “You can’t hijack my operation at this late date. Nor do we need all the troops and armaments. We keep this small. Remember-we have only one man to fight. Even if he has a number of manifestations. Him-end his rickety robot which Angelina has promised to take care of in a suitably destructive manner. We have put together a good fighting team and we all go in together. If Professor Coypu can give us defenses against Slakey’s weapons.” “Already done,” Coypu said with unseemly self-satisfaction. “I have analyzed the atmosphere of Heaven. I know that he uses energy weapons and has an hypnotic gas, in addition to the addictive gases already present in the atmosphere.” He pressed a button and what appeared to be a transparent space suit popped out on the end of an extending arm. He pointed out its attributes. “It is made of transparent seringera. A substance that is almost indestructible, unpierceable, a barrier to force fields and impervious to gases. Under the outer surface there is a nanomolecular structure that responds in a microsecond to a sudden impact such as a bullet. These molecqies lock together and become stronger than the strongest steel, stopping the projectile before it has penetrated less than a millimeter. This small power pack on the back, here, recycles and reconstitutes the gases and water in your breath so the suit may be sealed and worn for up to one hundred hours. It also powers a built-in gravchute that can be used for levitating if needs be. I will demonstrate.” He tore off his shoes, stripped off shirt and sarong, to reveal the fact that he wore purple undershorts with little mauve robots embroidered on them, trimmed with gold. He seized the transparent suit and wriggled into it, pulled the bubble helmet down to seal it. His voice rasped from the external speaker. “There is no blade sharp enough to cut it.” He opened a box of equipment and seized up a knife, plunged it into his chest. It bounced off. As did the other weapons he attacked himself with. Powering up the gravchute, he bounced off the ceiling, still firing his deadly devices. Soon the air was filled with noxious gases, whizzing missiles that threatened the rest of us, if not him. Coughing and gasping, we fled the chamber and did not return until the demonstration was over and the aircon turned up high. “Wonderful, Professor,” I said dabbing my eyes with the corner of my handkerchief. “We pull on your fancy suits and go to Heaven. When I say we I of course mean me and my family, along with Berkk and Sybil. The professor monitors our movements and our leader, Inskipp, stands ready to send any reinforcements that we might need. Any questions?” “Sounds just insane enough to succeed,” Angelina said. “How soon do we get our playsuits, Professor?” “They’ll be ready by morning.” “Fine.” She smiled at us all. “We can have a little party tonight to celebrate our coming victory, the rout of Slakey, and the reunification of Berkk with himself. All right?” A chorus of agreement was her answer. The robar hurried over to open the cocktail hour, and even Inskipp condescended this once to sipping a small dry sherry. “I am very interested in this uimildecnovum,” he said licking a trace of wine from his lips. “This madman has organized numerous religions to raise money to imprison slaves to mine coal to convert it to unnildecnovurn-why? It must have some very unusual properties or why should he go to all this effort? I am very curious about what can be done with it. Or what it does to other things, or whatever. And I am going to find out. Go forth, Jim, and succeed. And bring me back a sample and an explanation.” “Good as done,” I said and raised my glass. We all drank to that.