He stared at their smooth young faces; so familiar, living memories every one of them, like walking through his own past, seeing his aged1 and aging cousins rejuvenated2, but rejuvenated with something missing. Familiar and alien, known and unknowable. Behind H-3 the swinging door opened and W-1 came out, still in surgical3 gown and mask, now down about his throat.
“I’ll come now,” he said, and the small group opened for him. He didn’t look again at David after dismissing him with one glance.
David followed him to the emergency room and watched his deft4 hands as he felt Clarence’s body, tested for reflexes, probed confidently along the spinal5 column. “I’ll operate,” he said, and that same confidence came through with the words. He motioned for S-l and W-2 to bring Clarence, and left once more.
At the arrival of W-l, Sarah had moved back out of the way, and now she slowly turned and stripped off the gloves that she had put on in preparing to stitch up Clarence’s wound. Warren watched the two young people cover Clarence and strap6 him securely, then wheel him out the door and down the hall. No one spoke7 as Sarah methodically started to clean up the emergency-room equipment. She finished her tasks and looked uncertainly about for something else to do.
“Will you take Margaret home and put her to bed?” David asked, and she looked at him gratefully and nodded. When she was gone David turned to Warren. “Someone has to see to the bodies, clean them up, prepare them for burial.”
“Sure, David,” Warren said in a heavy voice. “I’ll get Avery and Sam. We’ll take care of it. I’ll just go get them now and we’ll take care of it. I’ll . . . David, what have we done?” And his voice that had been too heavy, too dead, became almost shrill8. “What are they?”
“What do you mean?”
“When the accident happened, I was down to the mill. Having a bite with Avery. He was just finishing up down there. Section of the floor caved in, you know that old part where we should have put in a new floor last year, or year before. It gave way somehow. And suddenly there they were, the kids. Out of nowhere. No one had time to go get them, to yell for them to come running. Nothing, but there they were. They got their own two out of there and up to the hospital like fire was on their tails, David. Out of nowhere.”
He looked at David with a fearful expression, and when David simply shrugged9, he shook his head and left the emergency room, looking down the hall first, a quick, involuntary glance, as if to make sure that they would permit him to leave.
Several of the elders were still in the waiting room when David went there. Lucy and Vernon were sitting near the window, staring out at the black night. Since Clarence’s wife died, he and Lucy had lived together, not as man and wife, but for companionship, because as children they had been as close as brother and sister, and now each needed someone to cling to. Sometimes sister, sometimes mother, sometimes daughter, Lucy had fussed over him, sewed for him, fetched and carried for him, and now, if he died, what would she do? David went to her and took her cold hand. She was very thin, with dark hair that hadn’t started to gray, and deep blue eyes that used to twinkle with merriment, a long, long time ago.
“Go on home, Lucy. I’ll wait, and as soon as there is anything to tell you, I promise I’ll come.”
She continued to stare at him. David turned toward Vernon helplessly. Vernon’s brother had been killed in the accident, but there was nothing to say to him, no way to help him.
“Let her be,” Vernon said. “She has to wait.”
David sat down, still holding Lucy’s hand. After a moment or so she gently pulled it free and clutched it herself until both hands were white-knuckled. None of the young people came near the waiting room. David wondered where they were waiting to hear about the condition of their own. Or maybe they didn’t have to wait anywhere, maybe they would just know. He pushed the thought aside angrily, not believing it, not able to be rid of it. A long time later W-1 entered and said to no one in particular, “He’s resting. He’ll sleep until tomorrow afternoon. Go on home now.”
Lucy stood up. “Let me stay with him. In case he needs something, or there’s a change.”
“He won’t be left alone,” W-l said. He turned toward the door, paused and glanced back, and said to Vernon, “I’m sorry about your brother.” Then he left.
Lucy stood undecided until Vernon took her arm. “I’ll see you home,” he said, and she nodded. David watched them leave together. He turned off the light in the waiting room and walked slowly down the hall, not planning anything, not thinking about going home, or anywhere else. He found himself outside the office that W-l used, and he knocked softly. W-1 opened the door. He looked tired, David thought, and wasn’t sure that his surprise was warranted. Of course, he should be tired. Three operations. He looked like a young, tired Walt, too keyed up to go to sleep immediately, too fatigued12 to walk off the tension.
“Can I come in?” David asked hesitantly. W-l nodded and moved aside, and David entered. He never had been inside this office.
“Clarence will not live,” W-l said suddenly, and his voice, behind David, because he had not yet moved from the door, was so like Walt’s that David felt a thrill of something that might have been fear or more likely, he told himself, just surprise again. “I did what I could,” W-l said. He walked around his desk and sat down.
W-l sat quietly, with none of the nervous mannerisms that Walt exhibited, none of the finger tapping that was as much a part of Walt’s conversation as his words. No pulling his ears or rubbing his nose. A Walt with something missing, a dead area. Now, with fatigue11 drawing his face, W-1 sat unmoving, waiting patiently for David to begin, much the same way an adult might wait for a hesitant child to initiate13 a conversation.
“How did your people know about the accident?” David asked. “No one else knew.”
W-l shrugged. A time-consumer question, he seemed to imply. “We just knew.”
“What are you doing in the lab now?” David asked, and heard a strained note in his voice. Somehow he had been made to feel like an interloper; his question sounded like idle chatter14.
“Perfecting the methods,” W-l said. “The usual thing.” And something else, David thought, but he didn’t press it. “The equipment should be in excellent shape for years,” he said. “And the methods, while probably not the best conceivable, are efficient enough. Why tamper15 now, when the experiment seems to be proving itself?” For a moment he thought he saw a flicker16 of surprise cross W-l’s face, but it was gone too swiftly and once more the smooth mask revealed nothing.
“Remember when one of your women killed one of us a long time ago, David? Hilda murdered the child of her likeness17. We all shared that death, and we realized that each of you is alone. We’re not like you, David. I think you know it, but now you must accept it.” He stood up. “And we won’t go back to what you are.’’
David stood up also, and his legs felt curiously18 weak. “What exactly do you mean?”
“Sexual reproduction isn’t the only answer. Just because the higher organisms evolved to it doesn’t mean it’s the best. Each time a species has died out, there has been another higher one to replace it.”
“Cloning is one of the worst ways for a higher species,” David said slowly. “It stifles19 diversity, you know that.” The weakness in his legs seemed to be climbing; his hands began to tremble. He gripped the edge of the desk.
“That’s assuming diversity is beneficial. Perhaps it isn’t,” W-l said. “You pay a high price for individuality.”
“There is still the decline and extinction,” David said. “Have you got around that?” He wanted to end this conversation, to hurry from the sterile20 office and the smooth unreadable face with the sharp eyes that seemed to know what he was feeling.
“Not yet,” W-l said. “But we have the fertile members to fall back on until we do.” He moved around the desk and walked toward the door. “I have to check my patients,” he said, and held the door open for David.
“Before I leave,” David said, “will you tell me what is the matter with Walt?”
“Don’t you know?” W-1 shook his head. “I keep forgetting, you don’t tell each other things, do you? He has cancer. Inoperable. It metastasized. He’s dying, David. I thought you knew that.”
David walked blankly for an hour or more, and finally found himself in his room, exhausted21, unwilling22 yet to go to bed. He sat at his window until it was dawn, and then he went to Walt’s room. When Walt woke up he reported what W-1 had told him.
“They’ll use the fertile ones only to replenish23 their supply of clones,” he said. “The humans among them will be pariahs24. They’ll destroy what we worked so hard to create.”
“Don’t let them do it, David. For God’s sake, don’t let them do it!” Walt’s color was bad, and he was too weak to sit up. “Vlasic’s mad, so he’ll be of no help. You have to stop them somehow.” Bitterly he said, “They want to take the easy way out, give up now when we know everything will work.”
David didn’t know whether he was sorry or glad that he had told Walt. No more secrets, he thought. Never again. “I’ll stop them somehow,” he said. “I don’t know how, or when. But soon.”
A Four brought Walt’s breakfast, and David returned to his room. He rested and slept fitfully for a few hours, then showered and went to the cave entrance, where he was stopped by a Two.
“I’m sorry, David,” he said. “Jonathan says that you need a rest, that you are not to work now.”
Wordlessly David turned and left. Jonathan. W-l. If they had decided10 to bar him from the lab, they could do it. He and Walt had planned it that way: the cave was impregnable. He thought of the elders, forty-four of them now, and two of that number terminally ill. One of the remaining elders insane. Forty-one then, twenty-nine women. Eleven able-bodied men. Ninety-four clones.
He waited for days for Harry25 Vlasic to appear, but no one had seen him in weeks, and Vernon thought he was living in the lab. He had all his meals there. David gave that up, and found D-1 in the dining room and offered his help in the lab.
“I’m too bored doing nothing,” he said. “I’m used to working twelve hours a day or more.”
“You should rest now that there are others who can take the load off you,” D-l said pleasantly. “Don’t worry about the work, David. It is going quite well.” He moved away, and David caught his arm.
“Why won’t you let me in? Haven’t you learned the value of an objective opinion?”
D-l pulled away, and still smiling easily, said, “You want to destroy everything, David. In the name of mankind, of course. But still, we can’t let you do that.”
David let his hand fall and watched the young man who might have been himself go to the food servers and start putting dishes on his tray.
“I’m working on a plan,” he lied to Walt, as he would again and again in the weeks that followed. Daily Walt grew feebler, and now he was in great pain.
David’s father was with Walt most of the time now. He was gray and aged but in good health physically26. He talked of their boyhood, of the coming hunting season, of the recession he feared might reduce his profits, of his wife, who had been dead for fifteen years. He was cheerful and happy, and Walt seemed to want him there.
In March, W-l sent for David. He was in his office. “It’s about Walt,” he said. “We should not let him continue to suffer. He has done nothing to deserve this.”
“He is trying to last until the girls have their babies,” David said. “He wants to know.”
“But it doesn’t matter any longer,” W-l said patiently. “And meanwhile he suffers.”
David stared at him with hatred27 and knew that he couldn’t make that choice.
W-l continued to watch him for several more moments, then said, “We will decide.” The next morning Walt was found to have died in his sleep.
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