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He wants to leave, she said to Vandervell afterwards. Ah. Krebs, thank you. Krebs— Jim lowered his voice and Cordice strained to hear. —would you say Light Robadur might be atranshuman potential?” TITLE: A SINGULAR CASE OF EXTREME ELECTROLYTE BALANCE ASSOCIATED WITH FOLIE A DEUX My son! The politician was glaring his triumph. The pictures hung, the class went on. I heard Miss Luptiks voice, but not the words. For the first time in my life, I had a single purpose. Already I was busy with blueprints. What happened the first time? the boy asked the nurse with a mixture of sheepishness and daring. And then, for a moment, Cliff forgot his own problem. The horizon ahead was no longer flat; something even more brilliant than the blazing lunar landscape was lifting against the stars. As the capsule curved round the edge of the Moon, it was creating the only kind of Earthrise that was possible—a man-made one. In a minute it was all over, such was his speed in orbit. By that time the Earth had leaped clear of the horizon and was climbing swiftly up the sky. He padded back to the kitchen. He laughed to himself as he thought how surprised they would be to hear him talk! As he came into the room he heard the mother say,Okay, okay, okay. But hes got to eat garbage and nothing but garbage. Whatever her reason for the surreptitious leave-taking, it surely involved Buffalo Coat and that satchel hed carried. It followed, then, that where she’d gone was where she expected to find him. Elsewhere in Stockton? Kennett’s Crossing? Shotwell keeps the jacks and the rubber ball in his attaché case and will not allow me to play with them. He plays with them, alone, sitting on the floor near the console hour after hour, chanting onesies, twosies, threesies, foursies in a precise, well-modulated voice, not so loud as to be annoying, not so soft as to allow me to forget. I point out to Shotwell that two can derive more enjoyment from playing jacks than one, but he is not interested. I have asked repeatedly to be allowed to play by myself, but he simply shakes his head. “Why?” I ask. “Theyre mine,” he says. And when he has finished, when he has sated himself, back they go into the attaché case. There was a click, a door opening, and there was Mack in shirt and pants, roused from his sleep in the rumpus room by the sound of Marys voice. She got in first. She said, You see? He’s started already. It doesnt look too good, folks. Not good at all. Colonel Bullock?* * * * What would I do then? Try it anyway? At my age? Already panting for breath from my climb, from excitement? Maybe from a fear that I wouldnt admit? Or would I simply watch, horror-stricken, as witnesses on Earth had watched crazed mobs from time immemorial? Surely man could have found some way to leave his barbarisms back on Earth, where they were normal. There was a long silence when the screen flooded with light and the lascivious music ebbed into exhaustion. She only sighed, lifted him and put him in his youth chair and kissed his firm, warm cheek, thinking, what beautiful hair, and wishing she knew how to cut it better so he would look neat. by Gordon R. Dickson It couldnt have been suicide? I looked down, my Swift swinging like my gaze. Maybe this sex ismy job..
