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+Title: Perfect Control
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+Author: Richard Stockham
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+Illustrator: Mel Hunter
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+<div class="tr"><p class="center">Transcriber's Note:</p>
+<p class="center">This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction January 1955. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.</p></div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img class="img1" src="images/cover.jpg" width="400" height="534" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;">
+<img src="images/image_001.jpg" width="800" height="373" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h1>PERFECT CONTROL</h1>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h2>By RICHARD STOCKHAM</h2>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>Illustrated by MEL HUNTER</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="blockquot"><p>Why can't you go home again after years in space? There had
+to be an answer ... could he find it in time, though?</p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_s1.jpg" alt="S" width="32" height="50" /></div>
+<p>itting at his desk, Colonel Halter brought the images on the
+telescreen into focus. Four booster tugs were fastening, like
+sky-barnacles, onto the hull of the ancient derelict, <i>Alpha</i>.</p>
+
+<p>He watched as they swung her around, stern down, and sank with her
+through the blackness, toward the bluish-white, moon-lighted arc of
+Earth a thousand miles below.</p>
+
+<p>He pressed a button. The image of tugs and hull faded and the control
+room of the old ship swam onto the screen.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Halter saw the crew, sitting in a half circle, before the
+control panel.</p>
+
+<p>The telescreen in the control room of old <i>Alpha</i> was yet dark. The
+faces watching it held no care lines or laugh lines, only a vague
+expression of kindness. They could be faces of wax or those of people
+dying pleasantly.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Halter shook his head. Brilliant&mdash;the finest space people in
+the field seventy-five years back&mdash;and now he was to get them to come
+out of that old hull. God almighty, how could you pull people out of
+an environment they were perfectly adjusted to? Logic? Force? Reason?
+Humoring? How could you know?</p>
+
+<p>Talk to them, he told himself. He dreaded it, but the problem had to
+be faced.</p>
+
+<p>He flipped a switch on his desk; saw light jump into their screen and
+his own face take shape there; saw their faces on his own screen, set
+now, like the faces of stone idols.</p>
+
+<p>He turned another dial. The picture swung around so that he was
+looking into their eyes and they into his.</p>
+
+<p>Halter said, "Captain McClelland?"</p>
+
+<p>One of the old men nodded. "Yes."</p>
+
+<p>McClelland was clean-shaven. His uniform, treated against
+deterioration, was immaculate, but his body showed frail and bony
+through it. His face was long and hollow-cheeked, the eyes deep-set
+and bright. The head was like a skull, the nose an eagle's beak.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm Colonel Halter. I'm a psychotherapist."</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_n.jpg" alt="N" width="37" height="40" /></div>
+<p>one of them answered. There was only the faint thrumming of the
+rockets lowering the old ship to Earth.</p>
+
+<p>"Let me be sure I have your identities right," went on Colonel Halter.</p>
+
+<p>He then looked at the man on the captain's right. "You, I believe, are
+Lieutenant James Brady."</p>
+
+<p>Brady nodded, his pale, eroded face expressionless.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Halter saw the neat black uniform, identical with the
+captain's; saw the cropped gray hair and meticulously trimmed goatee.</p>
+
+<p>"And you," he said to the woman sitting beside the lieutenant, "are
+Dr. Anna Mueller."</p>
+
+<p>The same nod and thin, expressionless face. The same paleness. Faded
+hazel eyes; hair white and trimmed close to her head; body emaciated.</p>
+
+<p>"Daniel Carlyle, astrogator."</p>
+
+<p>The nod.</p>
+
+<p>Like the doctor's brother, thought Colonel Halter, and yet like the
+lieutenant with his cropped hair and with an identical goatee.</p>
+
+<p>"Caroline Gordon, dietician and televisor. John Crowley, rocketman."</p>
+
+<p>Each nodded, expressionless, their faces like white, weathered statues
+in a desert.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Halter turned to the captain. The rocket thrum of the tugs had
+become a roar as the gravity pulled against the antique hull.</p>
+
+<p>"We understand," said Colonel Halter, "that you demand repairs for
+your ship and fuel enough to take you back into deep space."</p>
+
+<p>"That is right." The voice was low, slightly harsh.</p>
+
+<p>"You're all close to a hundred years old. You'd die out there. Here,
+with medical aid, you'd easily live to a hundred and twenty-five."</p>
+
+<p>Dr. Anna Mueller's head moved slightly. "We're aware of that,
+Colonel."</p>
+
+<p>"It'd be pointless," said the colonel, "and a shameful waste. You're
+still the only crew that ever made it out beyond the Solar System.
+You've kept records of your personal experience, how you survived.
+They're valuable."</p>
+
+<p>Dr. Mueller caught her breath. "Our adjustment to space is our private
+concern. I don't think you could understand."</p>
+
+<p>"Maybe not, but we could try. To <i>us</i>, of course, complete adjustment
+is a living death."</p>
+
+<p>"To us, it was a matter of staying alive."</p>
+
+<p>Halter turned aside from disagreement, searching for common ground.
+"You'd be protected here, you know. You deserve that."</p>
+
+<p>"Who'd protect us from you?" asked the captain. "Life in the Solar
+System is destructive."</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_b.jpg" alt="B" width="35" height="40" /></div>
+<p>rady, the lieutenant, leaned forward. "You've failed&mdash;all through the
+whole System."</p>
+
+<p>"We haven't finished living in it," said Halter. "Who can pin a label
+on us of success or failure?"</p>
+
+<p>Miss Gordon, dietician and televisor, said quietly, "There are some
+records I'd like to show you. We compiled them while the <i>Alpha</i> was
+drifting back into the System."</p>
+
+<p>Halter watched the frail arm reach out and turn a dial.</p>
+
+<p>A point of light grew on the screen in Colonel Halter's office.</p>
+
+<p>"Pluto," said her quiet voice.</p>
+
+<p>Halter watched the lightspot focus on a mountain of ice. Men in suits
+of steel were crawling up its frozen side. Other men on the mountain's
+top were sighting guns. The men below were sighting guns. Yellow fire
+spurted from the top and the sides of the mountain, blending into a
+lake of fire. There was a great hissing and a rushing torrent of
+boiling water and rolling, twisting steel-clad bodies. The mountain of
+ice melted like a lump of lard in a hot frying pan. Only the steel
+bodies glinted, motionless, in the pale wash of sunlight.</p>
+
+<p>Halter watched the brightness die and another lightspot grow one moon.
+The focus shifted in close to a fleet of shining silver ships.</p>
+
+<p>Then another fleet dropped from close above, hanging still, and there
+were blinding flashes engulfing each ship below, one after the other,
+until there were only the shining ships above, climbing into the dusk
+glow of the Sun.</p>
+
+<p>The glowing circle of bright-ringed Saturn was already rushing toward
+Colonel Halter from far back in the depth of screen. The focus shifted
+onto the planet's glaring surface. Men in the uniform of Earth
+soldiers were rushing out of transparent shell houses and staring in
+panic as the missiles plummeted through the shells and erupted clouds
+of steam which spouted up from mile-deep craters and there was nothing
+but the steam and the holes and the white cold.</p>
+
+<p>Jupiter made a hole in the blackness, with eleven tiny holes scattered
+all around her, like droplets of fire. Ships streaked up, one for each
+droplet, circling each, spraying fire, until each droplet flared like
+a tiny sun.</p>
+
+<p>Yellow Mars, holding closely its two speedy rocks of moons, spun into
+the screen.</p>
+
+<p>A straggling line of men moved across a desert that whipped them with
+sheets of yellow dust. A single ship dived from out of the Sun,
+swooped along the line, licking it with the tongue of flame that
+streaked behind. As the ship flashed beyond the horizon, a line of
+smoking rag bundles lay still upon the yellow sand.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_d.jpg" alt="D" width="38" height="40" /></div>
+<p>arkness closed in upon the television screen in Colonel Halter's
+office. In the long moment of silence that followed, he thought, <i>Oh,
+God, after this awful picture, how can I convince them to come out of
+the womb of that ship and live again? What reason can I give?</i></p>
+
+<p>Immobilizing his face, he saw the half circle of the six old people
+again in the control room of the old, old ship.</p>
+
+<p>He said, "You'll set down in approximately twenty minutes."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," agreed the captain, "from where we jumped into space
+seventy-five years ago. The people of Earth were talking about their
+problems, not killing each other about them. There was hope. We felt
+that by the time we'd finished our mission and come back from that
+other solar system, where a healthy colony could be born, most of
+those problems would be solved." A pause. "But now there's this
+terrible killing all through the System. We won't face it."</p>
+
+<p>The roaring of the rockets now as they plunged flame against the
+concrete slab of the landing field. The bug bodies of the tugs gently
+easing old <i>Alpha</i> to Earth.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Halter was saying, "How about this other solar system? You
+haven't let us know whether or not you reached it."</p>
+
+<p>"We saw it." There was a hollowness in the captain's voice. "We didn't
+reach it. But we will. You'll repair the <i>Alpha</i> and refuel it."</p>
+
+<p>"As you were saying," prompted Colonel Halter, "you didn't reach it."</p>
+
+<p>"A meteor," said the captain. "Straight into our rockets. Our ship
+began to drift. The cameras, of course, set in the bulkheads, were
+watching us."</p>
+
+<p>"May I see? Anything you have to show or say will be strictly between
+us. I've given orders for our communication to be unrecorded and
+private. You have my word."</p>
+
+<p>"You'll be allowed to see. I've given my permission."</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Halter thought, <i>You have given permission?</i></p>
+
+<p>Then he saw in his telescreen the little old lady who was Caroline
+Gordon, dietician and televisor, press a button on the side of her
+chair. Instantly the picture changed. He heard her voice. "You see the
+rocket room of the <i>Alpha</i> back almost seventy-five years, a few
+minutes before the accident."</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_t.jpg" alt="T" width="36" height="40" /></div>
+<p>here were the four torpedo-like tubes projecting into the cylindrical
+room; the mass of levers, buttons, wheels and flashing lightspots.</p>
+
+<p>Halter watched John Crowley, the rocketman, broad-shouldered and
+lithe, turning a wheel at the point of one of the giant tubes.</p>
+
+<p>The next moment, he was flung to the floor. He struggled to his feet,
+jerked an oxygen mask from the bag at his chest, clamped it to his
+face and rushed to the tubes. He twirled wheels, pulled levers,
+pressed buttons. He glanced at the board on which the lightspots had
+been flashing. Darkness. He pressed a button. A foot-thick metal door
+swung open. He stepped through it. The door shut and locked.</p>
+
+<p>Leaning against the steel wall at the end of a long companionway, he
+pulled off his oxygen mask and ran along the companionway toward the
+control room.</p>
+
+<p>The others met him in the center of the ship.</p>
+
+<p>Crowley saluted the young Captain McClelland.</p>
+
+<p>"The rockets are gone, sir. A meteor."</p>
+
+<p>McClelland did not smile or frown, show sadness or fear or any other
+emotion. He was tall and slim then, with cropped black hair, its line
+high on his head. His face was lean and strong-featured. There was a
+sense of command about the captain.</p>
+
+<p>Quietly, he said, "We'll all go to the control room."</p>
+
+<p>They followed him as he strode along the companionway.</p>
+
+<p>The telescreen in Colonel Halter's office darkened and there was only
+the old voice of the captain, saying, "We were drifting in space. You
+know what that means. But no one broke down. We were too well trained,
+too well conditioned. We gathered in the control room."</p>
+
+<p>Light opened up again on Colonel Halter's telescreen. He saw the
+polished metal walls, the pilot chairs and takeoff hammocks, the
+levers, buttons and switches of the young ship back those many years,
+and the six young people standing before a young Captain McClelland,
+who was speaking to them of food, water and oxygen.</p>
+
+<p>It was decided that their metabolisms must be lowered and that they
+must live for the most part in their bunks. All activity must be cut
+to minimum. All weapons must be jettisoned, except one, the captain's
+shock gun, that could not kill but only cause unconsciousness for
+twenty-four hours.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_c.jpg" alt="C" width="33" height="40" /></div>
+<p>aptain McClelland gave an order. The weapons were gathered up and
+placed in an airlock which thrust them out into space. Five of the
+crew lay down in their bunks. Dr. Anna Mueller, tall and slim,
+full-bosomed, tawny-skinned and tawny-haired, remained standing. She
+pressed the thought recorders over the heads of the other five people
+who lay there motionless, clamped the tiny electrodes onto her own
+temples and placed a small, black box, covered with many tiny dials,
+beside the bunk of Miss Gordon, the televisor.</p>
+
+<p>A moment later, a jumble of thoughts: <i>Now I am dead. An end. For
+what, now that it's here? Love. The warm press of a body. Trees and
+grass. Sunrise. To take poison. Clean air after a rain. City, people,
+lights. Sunset&mdash;</i></p>
+
+<p>The thought words jumbled like a voice from a recorder when the speed
+is turned up.</p>
+
+<p>Then they faded and one thought stream came through clean and clear:
+<i>I am Dr. Anna Mueller. Good none of the others can hear what I'm
+thinking. Was afraid I'd die this way someday. But to prolong it.
+Painless death in an instant. Could give it to us all. But orders.
+Captain McClelland. No feeling? Can't he see what I feel for him? Why
+am I thinking like this? Now. But this is what is happening to me.
+He'd rather make love to this ship. Kiss Crowley before I give him the
+metabolism sedation shot. Captain'll see I'm a woman.</i></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/image_002.jpg" width="400" height="585" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>She stepped to the bulkhead and pressed a button. A medicine cabinet
+opened. After filling a hypodermic syringe, she went to Crowley, bent
+down and gave him a long kiss on the lips.</p>
+
+<p>Instantly Colonel Halter heard thoughts.</p>
+
+<p>Captain McClelland: <i>She must be weak. Why's she doing that? Thought
+she was stronger. But the ship's the thing. The ship and I.</i></p>
+
+<p>Crowley: <i>What the hell? Didn't know she went for me. Just a half hour
+with her before the needle. What's to lose?</i> He pulled her down to
+him.</p>
+
+<p>Lieutenant Brady: <i>He'd do that, the damned animal. But I'm not enough
+of an animal. I'm a good spaceman. All spontaneity's been trained out
+of me. Feel like killing him. And taking her. Anyplace. But I'm so
+controlled. Got to do something. This last time....</i> He sat up in his
+bunk.</p>
+
+<p>Caroline Gordon: <i>I knew he was like that. Married when we got back.
+Mrs. Crowley. And if we'd gotten back. Out every other night with
+another woman. I could kill him.</i> She turned her face away.</p>
+
+<p>Daniel Carlyle: <i>Look at them. And I can't live. Only one person needs
+me, back on Earth, and she's the only. And that's enough. But maybe I
+can kill myself....</i> He did not move.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_t.jpg" alt="T" width="36" height="40" /></div>
+<p>he thoughts stopped and Colonel Halter leaned forward in his chair as
+he saw Captain McClelland standing beside his bunk, the gun in his
+hand. Dr. Mueller saw, too&mdash;the young Dr. Mueller, back those
+seventy-five years. She struggled to pull away from Crowley.</p>
+
+<p>Lieutenant Brady stood, started toward the captain, stopped. Crowley
+pushed Dr. Mueller away from him, leaped to his feet and lunged toward
+the captain. A stream of light appeared between the gun muzzle and
+Crowley. He stumbled, caught himself, stood up very straight, then
+sank down, as though he had been deflated.</p>
+
+<p>The captain motioned Dr. Mueller to her bunk. She hesitated, pain in
+her face, turned, went to her bunk and lay down. Another stream of
+light appeared between her and the gun. She lay very still. The needle
+slipped from her fingers.</p>
+
+<p>The captain turned the gun on Lieutenant Brady, who was coming at him,
+arms raised. The light beam again. The lieutenant sank back. Caroline
+Gordon was watching the captain as the light stream appeared. She
+relaxed, her eyes closed. Daniel Carlyle did not move as the light
+touched him.</p>
+
+<p>Captain McClelland holstered the gun. He picked up the hypodermic
+needle and sterilized it at the medicine cabinet. Then he injected
+Crowley's arm, filled the hypo four more times, injected the others.</p>
+
+<p>He finally thrust the needle into his own arm and lay down. His
+breathing began to slow. There was only the control room of the ship
+now, like some ancient mausoleum, with the six still figures and the
+control board dark and the eternal ocean of night pressing against the
+ports.</p>
+
+<p>The picture of the ship's control room began to fade on the screen.
+After a moment of darkness, the live picture of the six old figures,
+sitting in their half circle, spread again over the lighted square.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Halter saw his own image, looking into the old masks.</p>
+
+<p>He said, "And where was <i>your</i> weakness, Captain McClelland?"</p>
+
+<p>"I was concerned," said the old voice, "with keeping us alive."</p>
+
+<p>"You weren't aware that some of your crew were emotionally involved
+with each other?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"Are there any more records you could show me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Many more, Colonel, but I don't think it's necessary for you to see
+them. It would take too long. And we want to get back out into space."
+He paused. "We can brief you."</p>
+
+<p>"About your going back into space.... I'm not sure we can allow it."</p>
+
+<p>"Our answer's very simple. There's a button, under my thumb, on the
+arm of this chair. A little pressure. Carbon monoxide. It would be
+quick."</p>
+
+<p>"Your idea?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. A matter of preserving our integrity. We'd rather die than face
+the horrors of life on Earth."</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_h.jpg" alt="H" width="39" height="40" /></div>
+<p>alter turned to the semi-circle of faces. "And you've all agreed to
+this&mdash;this suicide?"</p>
+
+<p>The captain cut in. "Of course. I realized years ago that the only
+place we could live was in space, in this ship."</p>
+
+<p>"When did your crew realize this?"</p>
+
+<p>"After a couple of years. I told them over and over again, day after
+day. After all, I am captain. I dictate the policy."</p>
+
+<p>"You've come back. You're in port. You're not in complete command."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll always be in command."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps," said Halter quietly. "However, we can come back to that.
+Please brief me on the records."</p>
+
+<p>Captain McClelland's face hardened as he turned to Dr. Anna Mueller.</p>
+
+<p>She explained, "We regained consciousness twenty-four hours after
+Captain McClelland used the shock gun on us. By then, our metabolisms
+were high enough to keep us conscious and alive. We could lift
+nutrition and water capsules to our mouths. We could press the button
+to activate the exercise mechanisms in our bunks. The output of the
+air machines was cut down until there was just enough to keep us alive
+and thinking clearly.</p>
+
+<p>"At intervals of several days, during our exercise and study periods,
+Captain McClelland turned up the air. We slept. And we dreamed. The
+dreams are recorded in full. When we could face them, they were played
+back to us. Our thoughts were played back, too. I conducted group
+therapy among us. We all grew to understand each other and ourselves,
+intimately, and now, in relation to our environment, we're perfectly
+adjusted."</p>
+
+<p>"Did Captain McClelland join you in group therapy?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"Why?"</p>
+
+<p>"He was already perfectly adjusted."</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_s.jpg" alt="S" width="26" height="40" /></div>
+<p>he frowned faintly, glanced at the captain. "When we were conscious,
+we studied from the library of microfilm. We read all the great
+literature of Earth. We watched the great plays and pictures and the
+paintings and listened to the music. Sometimes our thoughts were
+hateful. There was self-pity and hysteria. There were times when one
+or two of us would withdraw almost to the point of death. Then Captain
+McClelland would knock us out with the shock gun.</p>
+
+<p>"Slowly, over the years, our minds gradually merged into one mind. We
+thought and created and lived as if we were one person. There grew to
+be complete and perfect cooperation. And from this cooperation came
+some great works. Each one of us will tell you. I'll speak first."</p>
+
+<p>She paused. "Psychology has always been my prime interest. My rating
+at school was genius. My aptitudes were precisely in line with the
+field of work I chose. Through the years, I've developed a theory,
+discovered a way to bring about cooperation between all men. This is
+possible in spite of your wars and hatreds and destruction." Frown
+creases wrinkled her parchment forehead. "I'd like to know if it would
+work."</p>
+
+<p>Daniel Carlyle's voice was slightly above a whisper. "All my life, I'd
+wanted to write poetry. The meteor struck. I realized I wouldn't be
+allowed to die quickly. I began to do what I'd always wanted to do.
+The words poured into the thought recorder. Everything I felt and
+thought is there and all I've been able to know and be from this one
+mind of ours that's in us all. And it's some of the finest poetry
+that's ever been written." He closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
+"It'd be good to know if anyone found them inspiring."</p>
+
+<p>"I've always lived for adventure," said Crowley, the rocketman, his
+old voice steady and quiet. "I've been the one to quiet down last into
+the life it was necessary for us to live out there. But my thoughts
+ran on into distant universes and across endless stretches of space.
+And so at last, to keep my sanity, I wrote stories of all the
+adventures I should have had, and more. And in them is all the native
+power of me, of all adventurers, and the eternal sweep of the Universe
+where Man will always thrust out to new places." There was a faint
+trembling in his body and a pained light in his eyes. "Seems I ought
+to know if they'll ever be read."</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_i.jpg" alt="I" width="19" height="40" /></div>
+<p>n spite of Brady's frailness, the lieutenant was like a grizzled old
+animal growling with his last breath. "I was the most capable pilot
+that ever blasted off from Earth. But I was also an inventor and
+designer. A lot of the ships Earth pilots are flying today are
+basically my ideas. After the accident, I wanted to get drunk and make
+love and then let myself out into space, with a suit, and be there
+forever. But Captain McClelland's shock gun and the understanding
+seeping into me from the thought recorders calmed me down eventually.</p>
+
+<p>"So I turned to creation as I lay there in my bunk. I designed many
+spaceships. And from those, I designed fewer and fewer, incorporating
+the best from each. And now I have on microfilm a ship that can thrust
+out to the ends of our galaxy. There aren't any flaws.... Oh, I tell
+you, by God, I'd like to see her come to life!"</p>
+
+<p>He leaned back, sweat rolling down his bony cheeks.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Gordon, dietician and televisor, the motionless old lady with
+cropped, white hair, and face bones across which the paper skin was
+stretched, said, "There was only one thing I wanted when I knew I
+couldn't have marriage and a family. There was a perfect food for the
+human animal. I could find it. I began working on formulas. Over and
+over again, I put the food elements together and took them apart and
+put them together again. I threw away the work of years and started
+over again until at last I had my perfect formula."</p>
+
+<p>She clasped her hands. "Man's nutrition problem is solved. From the
+oceans and the air and the Earth, from the cosmic rays and the lights
+of the suns and from the particles of the microcosm, Man can take into
+his body all the nutrition that can enable him to live forever." She
+sat very still, smiling. "And it's got to be given a try."</p>
+
+<p>Silence.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Halter watched the old figures sitting like figures in a wax
+museum, waiting, waiting. He turned a dial. The picture that flashed
+onto the screen in his office showed the pocked ship standing upright
+now, like some tree that had grown in the middle of a desert where it
+was never meant to grow.</p>
+
+<p>The space tugs had streaked out beyond the atmosphere to finish other
+assignments. There were no crowds, no official cars, no platforms, no
+bands. Only darkness and silence.</p>
+
+<p>Halter turned a dial. The control room of the old ship flashed back
+onto the screen. The ancient crew sat as before. Halter saw his own
+face on their television screen.</p>
+
+<p>Something was missing, he thought. What? What hadn't been said?</p>
+
+<p>And then suddenly it came to him.</p>
+
+<p>The captain. He hadn't spoken of any contribution he had made during
+those interminable years.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_h.jpg" alt="H" width="39" height="40" /></div>
+<p>alter thought back over Captain McClelland's record. No family. Wiped
+out when he was a baby in the last war. Educated and raised by the
+government. Never married. No entanglements with women. No close
+friends. Ship's captain at twenty-one. No failures. No vacations. No
+record of breakdown. Perfect physical condition. Strict
+disciplinarian. More time in space than on Earth by seventy-five per
+cent. No hobbies. No interest in the arts.... Apparently no flaw as a
+spaceman.... The end product of the stiffest training regimen yet
+devised by Man.</p>
+
+<p>The ideal captain.</p>
+
+<p>The records of the other five? All showing slight emotional
+instabilities when checked against the optimum score of a spaceman.</p>
+
+<p>Dr. Mueller&mdash;a divorcee. A woman men had sought after. Dedicated in
+spare time to social psychology. Conflict in her decision as to
+whether she should go into the private practice of psychotherapy or
+specialize in space psychology. Interested in the study of neurosis
+caused by culture.</p>
+
+<p>Lieutenant Brady&mdash;family man. Forced himself into mold of good husband
+and father. Brilliant designer. Ambition also to be space captain.
+Conflict between these three. Several years of psychotherapy which
+released his drive for adventure in space. <i>Alpha</i> mission to be his
+last. Lack of full leadership qualities prevented him from reaching
+captaincy.</p>
+
+<p>Rocketman Crowley&mdash;typical man of action. Superb physique. Decathlon
+champion. Continual entanglements with women. Quick temper. Tendency
+to fight if pushed or crossed. Proud. However, if under good command,
+best rocketman in the service.</p>
+
+<p>Astrogator Daniel Carlyle&mdash;highly sensitive. Psychosomatic symptoms
+unless out in space. Then in perfect health. Fine mathematician.
+Highly intuitive, yet logical. Saved four missions from disaster.
+Holder of Congressional Medal of Honor. Hobby, poetry. Fiancee was
+boyhood sweetheart.</p>
+
+<p>Dietician and televisor Caroline Gordon&mdash;youngest of crew. Twenty
+years. Too many aptitudes. Tendency toward immaturity. Many hobbies.
+Idealistic. Emotions unfocused. IQ 165. Success in any field of
+endeavor concentrated upon. At eighteen, specialized in dietetics and
+electronics. Highest ratings in field. Stable when under strict
+external discipline.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_n.jpg" alt="N" width="37" height="40" /></div>
+<p>o, thought Halter. None of them fitted space like the completely
+self-sufficient McClelland, the man who could stand alone against that
+black, teeming, swirling endlessness of space.</p>
+
+<p>He turned to the captain. The old face was placid, the eyes slightly
+out of focus.</p>
+
+<p>"Captain McClelland," Halter said sharply.</p>
+
+<p>The pale eyes blinked and looked keenly on Halter's face.</p>
+
+<p>"You want fuel to take you back out into space."</p>
+
+<p>"That's right."</p>
+
+<p>"And if you don't get it, you'll press a button on the arm of your
+chair and you'll all die of carbon monoxide poisoning."</p>
+
+<p>"Exactly."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm curious about one point." Halter paused. "What did <i>you</i> do,
+Captain, while the others were working on their various projects?"</p>
+
+<p>Captain McClelland scowled at Halter for a long moment. "Why do you
+want to know that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Your crew members became lost in some work they loved. They told me
+about it with a certain amount of enthusiasm. You haven't told me what
+you did. I'd like to know&mdash;for the records."</p>
+
+<p>"I watched them, Colonel. I watched them and dreamed of the time when
+I could take them and the ship back out into space under her own
+power. I love space and I love this ship. I love knowing she's under
+power and shooting out to the stars. There's nothing more for me."</p>
+
+<p>"What else did you do besides watch them?"</p>
+
+<p>"I activated the machinery that moved my bunk close to the controls. I
+practiced taking the ship through maneuvers. I kept the controls in
+perfect working order so I'd be ready to take off again someday."</p>
+
+<p>"If we repaired the ship so you could take off, the first shock of
+rocket thrust would kill you all."</p>
+
+<p>"We're willing to take that chance."</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Halter looked around the half circle of old faces. "And all
+your long years of work would be for nothing. Each of you, except
+Captain McClelland, has made a contribution to Earth and Man. You're
+needed here, not in the emptiness of space."</p>
+
+<p>He saw the eyes of the five watching him intently; saw a tiny flicker
+of surprise and interest on their faces.</p>
+
+<p>"You're destroying Earth," said the captain, his voice rising, "with
+your wars and your quarrels. We've all of us found peace. We're going
+to keep it."</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_h.jpg" alt="H" width="39" height="40" /></div>
+<p>alter ignored the captain and looked at the five.</p>
+
+<p>"There are many of <i>us</i> on Earth, who are fighting a war without
+blood, to save mankind. We've made progress. We've worked out
+agreements among the warring nations to do their fighting on the
+barren planets where there aren't any native inhabitants, so
+noncombatants on Earth won't be killed and so the Earth won't be laid
+waste. That was the fighting you saw while you were coming in.</p>
+
+<p>"This is just <i>one</i> example. And there're a lot of us contributing
+ideas and effort. If all of us who're working for Earth were to leave
+it and go out into space, the ones who have to fight wars would make
+the Earth as barren as the Moon. This is our place in the Universe and
+it's got to be saved."</p>
+
+<p>"We've adjusted to the control room of this ship and to each other,"
+said McClelland flatly. "Our work's done."</p>
+
+<p>"Let's put it like this, Captain. Maybe <i>your</i> work's done. Maybe
+<i>you're</i> not interested in what happens to Earth." Halter turned to
+the others. "But what <i>you've</i> done adds up to a search for answers
+here on Earth. Poetry. Design of a flawless spaceship. A psychological
+theory. A perfect diet. Novels about Man pushing out and out into
+space. All this indicates a deep concern for the health of humanity
+and its success."</p>
+
+<p>"We're not concerned," retorted the captain, "with the health or
+success of humanity."</p>
+
+<p>Halter sharply examined the other faces. He saw a flicker of sadness
+in one, anger in another, uncertainty, fear, joy.</p>
+
+<p>He said, "For seventy-five years, you obey your captain. You listen to
+what he says. And everything is a command. Yet in yourselves you feel
+a drive to carry out your ideas, your creations, to their logical
+ends. Which means, will they work when they're applied to Man? Will
+people read the novels? Will they catch the meaning of the poetry?
+Will the spaceships really work as they're supposed to? Will the
+psychological theory really promote cooperation? Is there supreme
+health in this marvelous diet?"</p>
+
+<p>He gave them a moment to think and then continued. "But if you
+continue to follow the commands of the captain, you'll be dead before
+you're out of the Earth's atmosphere. You'll never know. Maybe Man
+will prove that your great works are only dreams.... But I think
+there's a great need in you to know, one way or the other."</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_t.jpg" alt="T" width="36" height="40" /></div>
+<p>here was a faint stirring among them, like that of ancient machines
+being activated after years of lying dormant. They glanced at each
+other. They fidgeted. Trouble twisted their faces.</p>
+
+<p>"Colonel Halter," said the captain, "I'm warning you. My thumb is on
+the button. I'll release the gas. Do we get the repairs and the fuel
+to take off from Earth, or don't we?"</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Halter leaned grimly toward the captain. "You've spent fifty
+years with one idea&mdash;to stay out in space forever. You've made no
+effort to create or do one single constructive act. I'll tell you
+whether or not you get the fuel and the repairs&mdash;<i>after</i> I hear what
+someone in your crew has to say."</p>
+
+<p>Silence hung tensely between the control room of the ship and Colonel
+Halter's office on Earth. The captain was glaring now at Halter. A
+tear showed in the corner of each of Dr. Anna Mueller's old eyes.
+Lieutenant Brady was gripping the arms of his chair. Daniel Carlyle's
+eyes were closed and his head shook slightly, as though from palsy.
+There was a faint, enigmatic smile on Caroline Gordon's face. The
+cords on Crowley's neck stood out through the tan and wrinkled
+wrapping-paper skin.</p>
+
+<p><i>By God,</i> thought Halter, <i>they're all sane except the captain. And
+they've got to do it. They've got to come out on their own steam or
+die in that control room.</i></p>
+
+<p>"I'm waiting," he said. "Is your work going to die and you with it?"</p>
+
+<p>"We'll leave all the records," said the captain, his thumb poised over
+the button on the arm of his chair. "That's enough."</p>
+
+<p>Halter ignored him. "Each of you can help. You've only done part of
+the work." He stood and struck the desk with the flat of his hand.
+"Damn it, say something, one of you!"</p>
+
+<p>Still the silence and the flickering looks all around.</p>
+
+<p>Halter heard a sob. He saw Dr. Anna Mueller's head drop forward and
+her shoulders tremble. The others were staring at her, as if she had
+suddenly materialized among them, like a ghost.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;">
+<img src="images/image_003.jpg" width="800" height="338" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Then her voice, through the trembling and the faint crying:
+"I've&mdash;I've got to know."</p>
+
+<p>The captain got creakily to his feet. "Dr. Mueller! Do you want me to
+use the gun again?"</p>
+
+<p>She raised her face to his. There was pain in it. "I've&mdash;got work to
+do. There's so&mdash;little time."</p>
+
+<p>"That's right. On this ship. You're part of the crew. There'll be
+plenty of work once we get out in space again."</p>
+
+<p>"I've got to see if my theory's right."</p>
+
+<p>"Colonel Halter," said the captain, "this is insubordination. Mutiny."</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_h.jpg" alt="H" width="39" height="40" /></div>
+<p>e raised the gun tremblingly, pointed the black muzzle at Dr.
+Mueller, sighted along the barrel.</p>
+
+<p>"Wait," said Halter. "You're right."</p>
+
+<p>Captain McClelland hesitated.</p>
+
+<p>"It's quite plain," went on Halter, "that Dr. Mueller is alone among
+you. She wants to come out and go on with her work. The rest of you
+want the closed-in uterine warmth and peace of this room you're
+existing in. You can't face the possibility of failure. So I'm afraid
+she'll have to be sacrificed. After all, you do need a full crew to
+move the ship&mdash;even if you are all dead a few seconds after blastoff."
+He paused, looking intently at Brady, Crowley, Carlyle, Gordon, where
+they sat in the half circle, staring back at him. "So&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Lieutenant Brady struggled up from his chair.</p>
+
+<p>"I've got twenty-five years of life. I've some ships to design."</p>
+
+<p>"That goes for me, too," said Crowley, the rocketman. "Will anybody
+want to read my novels?"</p>
+
+<p>Astrogator Carlyle leaned forward. "There are many more poems to be
+written."</p>
+
+<p>"Give me a soundproof laboratory," said Caroline Gordon. "I'll add
+another fifty years to all your lives."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm afraid it is mutiny, Captain," said Halter.</p>
+
+<p>The captain started toward his chair, his hand reaching for the button
+on its arm.</p>
+
+<p>Lieutenant Brady stumbled forward, blocking his way.</p>
+
+<p>Halter could only watch, thinking, <i>It's up to them. They've got to do
+it now!</i></p>
+
+<p>He saw the captain draw his shock gun; saw light flare at its muzzle;
+saw Lieutenant Brady crumple like a collapsing skeleton.</p>
+
+<p>Crowley reached forward, grasping McClelland's shoulder. The gun swung
+toward him. A stream of light squirted into his middle. Crowley fell
+forward, pulling the captain down with him. The three other oldsters
+were above the three black figures sprawled on the floor, like tangled
+puppets. They hesitated a moment, then fell upon the ones below them,
+black arms and legs twitching about now like the legs of dying
+spiders, struggling weakly.</p>
+
+<p>A flash of light exploded beneath these twisting black reeds and
+streaks of it shot out all through the waving black cluster.</p>
+
+<p>The next moment, they settled and were quiet.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_t.jpg" alt="T" width="36" height="40" /></div>
+<p>here was a stillness in the ancient control room, like the stillness
+in a sunken ship at the bottom of the sea. It lingered for a long
+time, while Colonel Halter watched and waited.</p>
+
+<p>Dr. Mueller's voice, seventy-five years tired, said, "He's&mdash;quiet now.
+Please come and take us out."</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Halter switched on his desk visiophone.</p>
+
+<p>"They're coming out," he said quietly. "I'll be there to supervise."</p>
+
+<p>On the visiophone, the general's image nodded. "Congratulations,
+Colonel. How are they?"</p>
+
+<p>"There'll be one case for psycho. Captain McClelland."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll be damned!" exclaimed the general. "From his record, I thought
+he'd never break!"</p>
+
+<p>"Let's say he couldn't bend, sir." A pause. "And yet he did keep them
+from destroying themselves."</p>
+
+<p>"He'll be made well again.... What about the others?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think they, too, are very great and human people."</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said the general, "they're <i>your</i> patients. I'll see you at
+the ship in five minutes."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll be there, sir." Colonel Halter flipped the switch. The
+visiophone blanked out. He looked at the television screen.</p>
+
+<p>The six black-clothed figures were quiet on the floor of their ship's
+control room. They reminded him of sleeping children curled together
+for warmth.</p>
+
+<p>As he left his office and walked out into the humming city, he felt
+drained, still shaking with tension, realizing even now how close he
+had come to failure.</p>
+
+<p>But there was the scarred and pitted needle-nosed old hull, bright
+with moonlight, standing like a monument against the night sky.</p>
+
+<p>Not a monument to the past, though.</p>
+
+<p>It marked the birthplace of the future ... and he had been midwife. He
+felt his shoulders straighten at the knowledge as he walked toward the
+ancient ship.</p>
+
+<p class="p1"><b>&mdash;RICHARD STOCKHAM</b></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
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