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With Contact, that problem was solved. Dying became like a change of vehicle. You blurred, maybe blacked out, knowing you would come to, as it were, looking out of somebodys eyes that you had Contact with. You wouldn’t be in control any more, but he or she would have your memories, and for two or three months you’d ease around, fitting yourself to your new partner and then bit by bit there’d be a shift of viewpoint, and finally a melting together, andclick. No interruption; just a smooth painless process taking you on into another instalment of life as someone who was neither you nor someone else, but a product of the two. Then I heard myself say out loud to the tiles,Dear Marilyn. Dear Book of Knowledge. Marilynknew! Here on the surface we do not remember for different reasons. We know more about outer space than oceanic depths simply because there are vastly moreinformation offices, lobbyists, public-relations men, and publicity agents working to sustain interest in the economically and strategically vital aerospace program. Meantime, weare beginning to get a kind of story which might even constitute a renascence ofsolid science fiction—the educated-psychology (or sci-chology?) story, as distinct from the truism that all fiction above the hackest level is “psychological fiction.”* * * * Capable of logical thought. No Yes No No Yes Step by step he plodded up the little hill, pausing every now and then to consider if this were the moment to start time before it was too late. With his energy fast draining away, he reached the top of the knoll, and he turned to look down once more on the group below. Transformation: mapping a math structure from one place to another. It was one-third of a mile, as the plumb drops, to Underwoods main floor. Mrs. Brown was worried about her—about anything more than her thinness? Had she been doing queer things? At first nothing happened and she was beginning to think that Jonathan was wrong again, as he so often was though would never admit, but then they began to waver and specks of pale green light churned across them and then they faded and were gone, leaving behind only an intolerably bright single point of light—just as when the TV is switched off. The star hovered motionless for what seemed a long time, then backed away and raced off toward the horizon. What do you want? the Senator snapped. You already et muh mule, said Jake, since hed figured out that this Proteus must have eaten Mule. I have mentioned the newsmen. Dr. Nesvadba (with Romain Gary, Frank Roberts, José Gironella, Isaac B. Singer) represents another trend. A prominent Czechoslovak psychiatrist, he is also a widely published journalist and short-story writer. His work, he writes, is in psychotherapy, group psychotherapy, and artetherapy; hobby is literature. He has published five books of SF (only one Vampires, Ltd., in English); three of his stories have been made into Czech films, and “Last Secret” (which has also been translated into German, French, Russian, Polish, Serbocroatian, Yugoslav, and Hungarian) is now being filmed for TV. Ian sat watching him. On the floor above, Tyburn had stiffened. Itwas a man, then. He would be glad to leave. The dome was like a prison. Outside, the wind was bitter cold and the sea crashed endlessly on the islands rocky shore. The domesticated Floppers were always underfoot, brainlessly stupid. His quarters had none of the comforts a civilized man was accustomed to, and the food he got was abominably plain. He looked so appealing. There you are, boys. Its all in knowing how. Just winged him, that’s all. Now pick him up. Up a way, the guards were fast asleep. Now Sam has been instrumented with electronic devices that sense heat, cold, gravity forces, shock and wind velocity. Other devices closely duplicate human breathing apparatus for determination of what would happen to a man under such stresses..
