I began to worry seriously about the fact that the season was nearly over. There would be no more football until spring practice in April. Without football there was nothing, really and absolutely nothing, to look forward to.
In class Major Staley lectured on the firststrike survival capability1 of our nuclear arsenal2, ranging from the landbased Minuteman and Titan missile silos to the nuclearpowered Polaris submarine missilelaunching fleet to the more than five hundred combatready bombers3 of the Strategic Air Command. There were about fortyfive student cadets in Major Staley's class and they were all very conscientious4. But somehow, without even trying, I was by far the best student in class. I knew the manual almost by heart and I had read everything the school library had to offer on aspects of modern war. I asked the most penetrating5 questions. I got perfect scores on every quiz. After his talk on survival capability, the major asked me to remain after class for a moment. I walked up front and stood by his desk. He seemed to be looking into my nostrils6.
"Gary, you're wasting your time just auditing7 this course. You could be getting two credits for it. Join the cadet wing. It's a good wing. We need your kind of mind in the wing. Two credits. A meaningful future. The Air Force is the most selfactualizing branch of the military. Do one thing for me. Think about joining the wing. Just think about it. No more, no less."
"The wing," I said. "You want me to join the wing."
"You've got the mind. You've got the good body and the good eyes."
"I don't really, sir, think that I want to go that far in my commitment to this interest I have, seem to have, in the subject matter we've been involved in here. I'm interested in certain areas of this thing in a purely8 outside interest kind of way. Extracurricular. I don't want to drop Hbombs on the Eskimos or somebody. But I'm not necessarily averse9 to the purely speculative10 features of the thing. The hypothetical areas."
"Gary, I'm not asking you to drop bombs on anybody."
"Major, you join an organization like the United States Air Force and before you know it—"
"The leg's been giving me trouble," he said.
"What leg is that, sir?"
"The right leg. I don't know what's the matter with it. I'll have to have it looked at again. They looked at it once before. But I guess they'll have to look again."
"What did they find the first time?"
"Tests were inconclusive."
"You'd better be sure to have it looked at," I said.
"Gary, you've got the seekingout kind of mind we need in this branch of the service. This arm of the service. Whatever you want to call it."
"I don't know. I don't think so."
"You've got the good eyes. You're an athlete and that's always a plus factor. You've got the body. You've got the probing mind."
"I'm here to play football, major."
"It won't interfere11 very much. Two hours of drills a week. You're already taking the required classroom work. We've got nine football players in the wing."
"Sir, it's the hypothetical part of it that interests me. I really wouldn't want to get too close to it. I wouldn't want to put on a uniform or anything like that. I wouldn't want to march or visit air bases. I'm interested in certain provinces, areas, and I don't want to get any closer than that. I don't want to get any closer at all."
"Do one thing for me. Think about it. Just think about it. It's a damn good wing for a school this size. Do that for me, Gary. Think about it."
"No," I said.
"You can't say I didn't try. I tried, didn't I?"
"You were very convincing, major. Really, you almost had me there for a minute."
We walked across campus together. I had a class in exobiology coming up and I didn't want to be late. But although I was hurrying right along I had trouble keeping pace with the major. We said goodbye to each other and as he turned to head for the barracks his right leg suddenly buckled13 and he almost went down. I watched him as he regained14 his balance and then tried to continue on his way, not looking back at me, limping badly, trying to adjust to the burden of his own weight. I turned and saw Myna Corbett fifty yards ahead. I ran to catch up with her, picking up speed the last ten yards and then coming to an abrupt15 stop in order to frighten her. It worked beautifully: her startled body was lifted an inch off the ground.
Zapalac circled his desk as he spoke16.
"It should be interesting to ask what our life on earth owes to all those comets which deposited so many millions of tons of chemical materials when they crashed into us in the formative years of our history, our growingup years, and it's probably not too overly poetic17 to maintain that we were being nourished by the heavens, helped along for our first two billion years or until we could finally do it ourself, synthesize basic materials, take the first step in returning the favor, heading out into space with chow mein dinners fresh from the freezer. But if the truth be known, I'm not really all that fascinated by the carbon content of meteorites18 or arguing about exactly when the first living organisms appeared on earth. My own feeling is twoseventeen b.c. at Kearney, Nebraska. But what about the last living organisms, the spores19 and hydrozoans left behind after our protectors protect us into oblivion? We'll all end as astroplankton, clouds of dusty stuff drifting through space. Let me ask. What's the strangest thing about this country? It's that when I wake up tomorrow morning, any morning, the first bit of fear I have doesn't concern our national enemies, our traditional coldwar or whateverkindofwar enemies. I'm not afraid of those people at all. So then who am I afraid of because I'm definitely afraid of somebody. Listen and I'll tell you. I'm afraid of my own country. I'm afraid of the United States of America. It's ridiculous, isn't it? But look. Take the Pentagon. If anybody kills us on a grand scale, it'll be the Pentagon. On a small scale, watch out for your local police. Look at you looking at me that way, some of you. Question. Will two polite collegeeducatedofcourse friendly agents of the brainwash squad20 knock on my door at three in the morning? You see my winning infectious smile and you know I'm not worried. This is America. We say what we want. I could talk all day, citing chapter and verse. But when the true test comes, I'll probably go running to a beauty shop, if you can find one in this neck of the world, and I'll get my hair dyed blond so everybody will think I'm one of those small blondie boys with that faraway look in their eyes who used to be so big on the Himmelplatz three or four decades ago. We're supposed to be talking about biotic potential in today's session as it applies to organisms in farflung environments, far beyond the highways and byways of our solar system. Man's biotic potential diminishes as everything else increases. That pithy21 little formula may well earn me a research grant to study modes of survival on the other side of the atmosphere. The first orbiting fellowship. I have a deep thought for you. Science fiction is just beginning to catch up with the Old Testament22. See artificial nitrates run off into the rivers and oceans. See carbon dioxide melt the polar ice caps. See the world's mineral reserves dwindle23. See war, famine and plague. See barbaric hordes24 defile25 the temple of the virgins26. See wild stallions mount the prairie dogs. I said science fiction but I guess I meant science. Anyway there's some kind of mythical27 and/or historic circlething being completed here. But I keep smiling. I keep telling myself there's nothing to worry about as long as the youth of America knows what's going on. Brains, brawn28, good teeth, tallness. I look at your faces and I have to let out a controversial little grin. Some of you in your nifty blue uniforms here to learn about outer space and how to police it. Uniforms, flags, battle hymns29. I offer you my only quotable remark of the entire fall semester. A nation is never more ridiculous than in its patriotic30 manifestations31. Why should I be afraid of my own government? There's something wrong here. But I'm not worried. Fortunately I'm good at ducking. I can bob and weave with the best of them. It takes a lot to stop a little man. Let's open to page seventyeight. The panspermia hypothesis and its heartwarming implications."
After class Myna invited Zapalac to our picnic that afternoon. I collected my mail and went to my room. Bloomberg was silently asleep, curled about the pillow in a dream. There was a letter in my father's handwriting. It concerned my trip home at Christmastime, still about a month away.
Flying is easy if you keep alert and know what you're doing. When you get to the MidlandOdessa airport, go straight to the ticket counter of the airline you're flying. If the airport there is too small to have separate ticket counters, go to the single allpurpose counter. All right, you're at the counter now. You hand the person the ticket and you put your suitcase on the weight machine. (Carry your ticket in the inside left pocket of your jacket. That's the best place because you're righthanded and you'll be able to reach it easier. It's also safe from anybody with ideas on their mind. They go looking for credit cards to steal mostly. You don't have one yet.) The airline employee will write on your ticket and stamp some things on it purely for airline use and then he'll give you back the ticket and tell you the gate number to go to. Go at once to that gate. If you fool around and start exploring the airport or wandering off somewhere like you always do, you're going to miss your plane. So head for the gate right off the bat and avoid headaches later on. If you have trouble finding the gate, ask someone in authority. That usually means uniformed personnel. When you find the gate, you give your ticket to the man on duty and he sends you aboard the plane. (Your luggage is already on.) Try to get a window seat so you can look out. Don't go to the bathroom until after the plane takes off. Follow similar procedures to the abovementioned at the Dallas and NYC airports. We'll be at the airport in Saranac Lake to meet you when you land. If there's any foulup, I'm telling your Aunt Helen where we'? be. So if you don't see us, call your Aunt Helen and she'll know where we are. She's staying home that day on purpose. Don't forget to ask her about her wisdom tooth. And be sure you carry some land of identification in case of a crash.
For some reason the letter was signed by my mother (Love, Mom). I put it away and got the dictionary. It was time to add a new word to my vocabulary. My word for the day was apotheosis32. I looked out the window and repeated to myself the word and its meaning. I used it in three different sentences. I liked the word. It was a particularly beautiful word to be memorizing while looking across the smoldering33 flannel34 plain to the tender seam of earth and sky. It was a word lavish35 with sunlight, with the gods' gladsome songs, the golden power of the sun. I got a blanket and went out to meet Myna.
We ate some fruit and discussed Mexico. She seemed serious about going. 'She wanted to live in a house that jutted36 out over a high crag, a house with gardens inside and out. We'd grow our own food, get high whenever we wanted, and read the lives of the saints to each other through the terrifying nights. Zapalac joined us then, loudly, dropping to the blanket as if expecting a sudden burst of smallarms fire. His face split into a warm smile, teeth creamy and even, a filament37 of spittle fluttering between upper and lower sets.
"I'm glad to be here," he said. "With me it's a constant and neverending race to get from someplace of no particular distinction to someplace where you were better off before you got there. But this is different. A real, an actual picnic."
"We do it a lot," Myna said. "It's nice to get away, even a few yards."
"This whole place, no exaggeration, is close to> unbelievable. From the first day I arrived I figured any minute now the word will go out and everybody will wake up one morning and get out of bed and put on a uniform, an actual military uniform, because everybody will know that the word is out, everybody but me, and they'll see me walking 'around in my frayed38 twobutton suit that I've worn since high school with moths39 circling me like vultures ever since and they'll stand me up at a very choice spot against the nearest wall and let me have it. Granted I'm a little bit paranoid. But I've got a nose for terror. I can sense it. I can hear the engines revving40. Still, I like it better here than in the Midwest where I was teaching last and where I came across nothing but insanely neat, wellgroomed and punctual Republicans. It nearly killed me, the sight of them all, because I get a lift out of, if anything, the confusions, the potential for disorganization in things and people. But my wife is from the Midwest, my wifetobe if we ever get to see each other again in order to get married, meaning who knows when they'll put on their uniforms and feed me to the dingo dogs out there or whatever they're called, and she's just like the rest of them so I think a certain amount of unpredictability is going to be introduced into her life that she didn't know was lurking41 on the back steps. Those people know their place. They're masters of the categories of things. They've been raised to believe everything they're told by their elders. They do things in alphabetical42 order. They know their place. They've known it since early childhood. Drummed into them by respectable parents. The same people who are ripping up the forests with their engines, their moneybuilding machines. But imagine. To respect your elders. It's remarkable43, isn't it?"
"I never forget that they're the enemy," Myna said.
"Gary Harkness—is that your name?"
"Right."
"A football player."
"That's right."
"Fantastic," Zapalac said. "What I wouldn't give to be an ace12 quarterback for the Denver Broncos. I love sports. I love football. I reject the notion of football as warfare44. Warfare is warfare. We don't need substitutes because we've got the real thing. Football is discipline. It's team love. It's reason plus passion. The crowds are fantastic. They jump and scream. Hockey, I love hockey. Basketball, too much sweating goes on where you can see it. It's a sweating sport, an armpit sport. But football, I love football. I'm crazy for it. I wallow in it."
"The real needs of man," I said.
"Fantastic," he said.
"Have an orange," Myna said.
"What you were saying earlier about what scares you. Where the true danger is. Something about patriotic manifestations."
"Let me just simply mention flagwaving and the insane repetitive ritualizing that goes on every time a flag is hiked up a pole or some veterans of Gettysburg come hobbling along with their medals, their stickpins, their poppies, their flags, their hats, their banners, their bumper45 stickers, or some simple sports event where you look up suddenly and there's sixteen thousand Shriners and Masons with their comical Turkish hats and they're covering every inch of the playing field with, in the middle of them all, three hundred and eightyfive high school 'girls dressed in red, white and blue who are prostrating46 themselves on the cold earth as they assume the shape of an American flag being dragged through yak47 dung by syphilitic foreign students and off to the side there's some crippled television personality in a wheelchair and pulleys singing the national anthem48 as the cystic fibrosis child of the month poses in the nude49 for the cover of Life. I tend to worry about such spectacles."
"Back in my hometown I took a walk one morning and I kept seeing the same word everywhere I went. Store ' windows. Leaflets in the street. Advertising50 space on walls. I kept seeing it for about two weeks. militarize. It was everywhere—printed, written, scribbled51, chalked on walls. I didn't know what it was all about."
"I would have gone into bidding," Zapalac said. "That kind of word, I would have taken food and water and gone into the mountains."
"I would have gone to Mexico," Myna said. "Here, eat this orange, Zap."
"That kind of word, I don't hang around to find out what it all means. I'm a little guy. I look slightly Oriental. I look a little bit Mexican. I've been taken for an Iraqi and I've been taken for a Jew. I don't trust a place where that kind of ize word appears. Ize words make me nervous. I go underground. I go into the mountains."
"I'd go running to Canada or Mexico," Myna said. "I'd buy a big house and let everybody stay there who's running away from the ize people. We'd eat chili52 and nectarines. We'd take care of each other."
"But if you want to know the truth," Zapalac said, "I don't worry about my size at all except as it relates to my inability to gain ace quarterback status with the Denver Broncos. I really want that job. I think about it a lot."
"Size is a big factor," I said.
"Regrettably."
"Tall quarterbacks are in demand because they can peer over the curvature of the earth in order to spot their receivers."
"Fantastic," he said. "From now on, you're my personal bodyguard53. When the oilmen and sheriffs form their inevitable54 posse and come riding after me with thundering hoofbeats, be there in full battle regalia. I've got a class to get to now. Thanks for the orange and try not to be afraid."
Myna ate bean sprouts55 and drank a can of AfroCola. I stuck to fruit. She was wearing her orange dress appliquéd with white atomic mushroom. A beetle56 moved across the edge of the blanket and I got to my feet and stood off to the side until it was gone. Myna looked at me.
"I hate sudden movements," I said. "It startled me for just a second. I didn't know what it was."
"My brother used to eat them," she said.
"Oh my God."
"Sit down and relax, Gary. Listen to this idea I've got. Vera halfgot it, kind of, and I got the rest. It's for your last game. It's a scientific experiment. An audiovisualsensorytype thing."
"What is it?"
"Smoke some dope before the game."
"They'd kill me."
"Tell what'shisthing not to give you the ball. The big jerk. The one who calls the plays."
"Hobbs."
"Tell him not to give you the ball. You could just stand off to the side and observe what it all looks like. I bet it would look wild, Gary. All that running and the colors. Would it be speeded up or slowed down? Would your sensory57 parts function in terms of football or dope? You wouldn't have to carry the ball."
"Ball or no ball, I'd get killed. I'd have no coordination58. I'd just stand there and get hit. They'd kill me. They'd tear me to pieces."
"I guess you're right. It's better not to take chances.
But it would have been tremendous to observe all that action from close up and being high."
"There's no tension in our relationship," I said.
"Where did that come from? What do you mean? Now don't talk that way, Gary. You know the way I am when it comes to us. I'm too emotional to just sit here and talk about our relationship. That's a horrible word anyway."
"I was just fooling around. Probing for a sense of definition. How's your book coming along?"
"This book is an unbelievable book. I don't know what else to say. Do you want to hear what it's all about?"
"I don't think so."
"It's the last part of a trilogy by Tudev Nemkhu, that Mongolian I mentioned once before. It's a whole total experience, Gary. I'll just tell you one or two little things about it."
"How little?"
"These halfmollusk creatures called nautiloids inhabit a tiny planet in a galaxy59 not too far from here. The planet has just one ocean. It's a big round circle of liquid and gases. That's where the nautiloids live. The rest of the planet is barren except for one small mountain. There's no surface life whatsoever60. There's just the nautiloids in the ocean. The nautiloids, who are about twice humansize, communicate with each other through some intricate ESP number system that the author spends almost two chapters on but that's way over my head but still tremendous to read if only because it kills me to think how anybody could think of this thing. I forgot to tell you, Gary. There's a thick hard foam61 that encases the planet about fifty miles above the surface. So anyway one day without warning there's a disturbance62 in the nautiloids' system of communication. Their numerical language gets all garbled63. They can't communicate properly and they get very disoriented and panicstricken. Some of them start coming up out of the ocean. Then more of them come up. They crawl over the land. They're all in a state of panic. Then one of them goes into a fantastic spasm64 and breaks out of its shell. At the very second this happens, the thick foam around the planet also breaks. Then there's silence everywhere. Oh, I forgot to tell you. The mountain is completely uneroded. It's triangular65 in shape. And because of its strange configuration66, if you were to walk completely around it you would always see the same flat plane in the shape of a triangle. So the nautiloids go back to the ocean. All but the one that broke out of its shell. It stays there on the ground until finally something comes pouring through the break in the planet's outer crust. It's powdery black light. It's a form of electromagnetic radiation that's semiblack and has weird67 texture68. The author spends dozens of pages on this part So then the light becomes sort of infused into the complex brain apparatus69 of the nautiloid. The creature's form begins to change. The black light continues to wash over the creature for what we would call many centuries but what in cosmic terms is just an eyelash blinking. The creature's body becomes incredible. Tudev Nemkhu almost doesn't even want to describe it. Finally he does it but only in terms of chemical formulas, mathematical equations and statements from formal logic70 which I think are all supposed to be really true and documented and not just made up. So there's this creature that's been formed of the landscape itself through the power of this black light. It's almost an abstract being. It's barren of features or really of any kind of distinguishing elements. I guess it's hard for people with arms and legs to conceive of this thing. The thing is visible but not really describable except in scientific terms. But it's not just a blob or a bunch of protons. It's a mass of equations and formulas rendered into some kind of tangible71 form. The thing's shape changes a million times every millionth of a second. That gives you some idea. And its brain is slowly evolving into phases of light and nonlight." "What does that mean?"
"I don't know," she said. "But then everything begins to double. Within the thing's brain mechanism72 there are now two landscapes perceived by two mechanisms73. The thing sees itself seeing what is outside it being seen by itself. As Tudev Nemkhu explains it, this duplication results in the making of words. Each likeness74 is a word rather than a thing. When the word is imprinted75 on the thing's original mechanism, the likeness that was the word's picture instantaneously disappears. The thing's brain keeps on producing likenesses and then delivering words into its own circuitry. The thing perceives everything into itself. It duplicates perceptions and then reduplicates the results. The author finally gives the thing a name. The thing becomes monadanom—the thing that's everything. It keeps making likenesses to make words. The words have no meaning. They're just fragments of cosmic language. So everything is existing inside this complex brain apparatus that was formerly76 based on a numerical system and that now is guided by phases of light and nonlight, or something pretty much like that. And this duplication goes on and on for what we would call millenniums until suddenly without warning one of the words erases77 itself. The brain didn't order this and doesn't comprehend it. The word just erased78 itself. It no longer exists. There is no record of it."
"What about the triangular mountain?" I said.
"That's as far as I've gotten. I guess the mountain turns up again in the ending. I forgot to tell you one other thing. The thick foam around the planet is an organic selfhealing thing. The crack is slowly closing up again."
"Monadanom," I said.
"That right."
"And this guy's a Mongolian."
"That's right, Gary. But he writes in German instead of Mongol. The translation leaves a lot to be desired. Which reminds me. Vera wants a sample of your handwriting."
"What for?"
"Vera's into psychographology and character analysis.
It's all related to early Mayan forms of astrology. Esther's into bottled water."
"I just thought of something," I said.
"What, Gary?"
"That word I kept seeing all over town. It represented some kind of apotheosis. I'm pretty sure that's what it was. An apotheosis of some kind. The air was thick with it."
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