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"Sandy, get up." The history of other worlds then is roughly the same as that of our own world: a competition between life forms, some able to win through, some unable to do so through bad placement of organs. The extinct billions of experiments that failed are not around for us to examine. Life, structuring itself for more efficient survival, remains. Beatrice said to me,John is dead? Sabina He seemed to have room for only one thought in his head at a time. Now it was to find a way across the water before the enemy came up.It was all very well for Thomas to say scatter and hide, the Ox said. But, as he pointed out, there was no place to hide. Downstream were the rapids, gone wild in the flood. Upstream, water that was dangerous even on a quiet day. We had counted on going back the way we had come. But there wasno more footbridge. “To stay and fight it out would have been all very well,” the Ox said; we might have killed a few dozen of the enemy and then died ourselves. But we had a responsibility. Dead men carry no fuses. “The enemy would have started out with a rush,” the Ox said, “but they couldnt know our woods the way we do, with all their maps and their spies. We could move fast over the trail we took. They would go slower and slower, suspecting an ambush ...” Leaving the assorted statues behind, he limped his way up the knoll, torn between leaving and staying. What an odd place, this ocean country! He wondered why he had not heard more detail about the beach animals. She came across the yard with all the human warehousemen staring, but not stepping toward her. Only the goonies seemed unaware. In their fashion, laughing and playing, and still turning out more work than humans could, they were already cleaning out the holds and trucking the supplies over to the loading dock. We have the writers; we have the markets; we have the readers. But nothing is happening to bring them together. Much of the best work is being done entirely away from the social-professional nexus ofscience fiction. (Witness Donald Barthelme and Harvey Jacobs in this volume . . . Stanley Elkins “Perlmutter at the East Pole” in theSaturday Evening Post . . . William Maxwell and Robert Henderson inThe New Yorker . . . and how many others that I won’t even hear about till next year or the year after?) Does seem pretty stupid, I commented. Youre asking me to climb Mount Everest, Ed said, carefully keeping the sarcasm out of his voice. To search for this plateau here,” he tapped the shoddy photograph, “and take pix of—what are they, biped, erect-walking creatures, you say?” I did once. She slid the egg out onto my plate. See?” She brushed her hair back on the left side and I could see the mottled pucker of a large old scar. “It was before I got used to Here,” she said, making Here more than the house, it seemed to me. Ratlit shrugged. "I need more practice. Come on, Sandy, you give it to him, and Ill be a witness." Looks that way—I still dont see how you learned their language, though. Of course, I had trouble with French and German for my Ph.D, but last week I heard Betty demonstrate it at lunch. It just sounds like a lot of weird noises. She says speaking it is like working aTimes crossword and trying to imitate birdcalls at the same time. TIPY LAP KIN - Laughter that one recognises though the laughter is unseen; ones own laughter in a crisis The woman was there and her upper body was all moon pearl and tidal cream and her lower body all slithering ancient green-black coins that slid upon themselves in the shift of wind and water. The trick in mechanizing is not to smile, explains Harry, who is a cog in a Federal licensing office here. The reason people never punch machines is because machines know better than to smile when they give a human the business.” Harrys office works like this:.
