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I think, said the mistress, that what I am asking you to do is to take the place of all my other vanished children. Be my child, Susan. Tell me what you intend to do with yourself. Will you be a doctor, a dancer? An artist perhaps, a scientist? Tell me and I shall be able to follow you, inmy mind at least. Perhaps I might even hear of you or see you again one day. By doing this, I think you would make up for all the rest.” The capsule receded with surprising speed, and as it did so, he felt a most unexpected sensation. He had anticipated terror or vertigo—but not this unmistakable, haunting sense of familiarity. All this had happened before; not to him, of course, but to someone else. He could not pinpoint the memory, and there was no time to hunt for it now. Fifty feet away, their backs to him, stood three security police agents. Two of them armed with automatic rifles, the other with a handgun, they were peering over the parapet, probably at the windows of his apartment. Tom reached him and held his arm. The boy looked helpless and afraid and sad. It wasnt a long wait. In fact, Prudence Egan appeared so swiftly through an archway that she might have been conjured up out of thin air. She was in her middle thirties, slender and regal in bearing, dressed in an expensive blue tailor-made suit with a jacket bodice. Dark red hair worn in the current upswept and rolled fashion topped a somewhat narrow but not unattractive face. Eyes the color of emeralds regarded Sabina with a blend of wariness, distaste, and controlled anger. What do we do: We put him out in the field, no food, no water, no shelter. Nothing. We first, of course, allow ourselves the requisite of an intelligent being so incarcerated. Hell, you wouldnt use an animal and you wouldn’t use a moron. You use an intelligent man, not necessarily college-trained but commonsensical and the like. Ontro was gone. Good that I had not killed him.... Outside John took her arm and led her to a waiting hansom. When they were seated inside, he leaned forward to speak to the driver, but she placed a restraining hand on his arm. None of these victims was to his liking. The Red Egg pondered, while the sky clouded, permitting him to go undetected. One of the other masked men said,The plan was to eliminate the secretary to give emphasis to the Senator as to our determination. Summer and winter the chemmy lab had a smell all its own, a sharp half-sweet nuance like the scent of dust magnified many times. It came from the storage shelves to the left of the door where bottles of chemicals stood in rows on shelves of dark orange wood. Here were sulphates and thiosulphates, oxides and hydroxides, phosphorus coiled like Devils spaghetti in its thick oil, shining miniature slagheaps of iodine. There were other things too, a microscope on loan from Biology next door, a balance, its brasswork shining butter-yellow from its protective case; and a crystal of CuSO4, meridian-bright in its tall vat. The jar in which the crystal hung stood on top of the highest shelf and seemed in itself to be a focus of light; reflections burned deep inside it like elongated turquoise suns. Well, Bill, first of all, I dont agree that the Russian team has possession of the hill. True they have three men up there, but those men are armed with nothing but rifles and hand grenades—and they are not dug in. Right now the central hill is up for grabs. I— Nan nodded, swallowing again, glancing swiftly at him and away.It must have been that last prescription. Or else youre just growing out of it, baby. We live in the egg,We have covered the inside wallof the shell with dirty drawingsand the Christian names of our enemies.We are being hatched.Whoever is hatching usis hatching our pencils as well.Set free from the egg one dayat once we shall draw a pictureof whoever is hatching us.We assume that were being hatchedWe imagine some good-natured fowland write school essaysabout the colour and breedof the hen that is hatching us.When shall we break the shell?Our prophets inside the eggfor a middling salary argueabout the period of incubation.They posit a day called X.Out of boredom and genuine needwe have invented incubators.We are much concerned about our offspring inside the egg.We should be glad to recommend our patentto her who looks after us.But we have a roof over our heads.Senile chicks,polyglot embryoschatter all dayand even discuss their dreams.And what if were not being hatched?If this shell will never break?If our horizon is only thatof our scribbles, and always will be?We hope that we're being hatched.Even if we only talk of hatchingthere remains the fear that someoneoutside our shell will feel hungryand crack us into the frying pan with a pinch of salt.—What shall we do then, my brethren inside the egg? The city was full of promises, but they had all been pledged to other people. The city Marcia knew was sinful, indifferent, dirty, and dangerous. Every day she read accounts of women attacked in subway stations, raped in the streets, knifed in their own beds. A hundred people looked on curiously all the while and offered no assistance. And on top of everything else there were the roaches! Why do you say that? I asked Lieberman if I could see him, and he said that he had a busy morning ahead of him. Could it be tomorrow? Youre feeling your own heartbeat. Have you ever covered private parts with a sopping bib?.
