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Authors: Raymond F. Jones

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"This scene of Dell—"

 

"Just twelve years from what you call now. Deadlier weapons will be needed and so a bill will be passed to draft the reluctant first-line men — against their will, if necessary."

 

"You can't force creative work," Curt objected.

 

Sark shrugged. 'There are drugs that do wonderful and terrible things to men's minds. They can force creation or mindless destruction, confession or outrageous subterfuge. You saw your opponents make some use of them. A cardinal, for example, and an engineer, among others. Now you have seen your friend, Dell, as he would have been. Not the same drugs, of course, but the end result is the same."

 

Curt's horror turned to stubborn disbelief. "America wouldn't use such methods," he said flatly.

 

"Today? No," agreed Sark. "But when a country is committed to inhuman warfare — even though the goal may be honorable — where is the line to stop at? Each brutality prepares the way for the next. Even concentration camps and extermination centers become* logical necessities. You have heard your opponents say that the end justifies the means. You have seen for yourself — the means become the end."

 

"But Dell could have escaped," Curt protested. "You could have helped him to your own time or another. He was still valuable. He needn't have died!"

 

"There is no such thing as actual travel in time," explained Sark. "Or at least in our day we have found none. There is possible only a bending back of a branch of the Prime Continuum so that we can witness, warn, instruct, gain aid in saving the future. And there can be meeting only in this narrow sector of unreality where the branch joins the main stream. Our farms adjoin such sectors, but farther than that we cannot go, nor can one of you become a citizen of the world you have created for us. t "But I wish it were so!" Sark bit out venomously. "We'd kidnap you by the millions, force you to look upon the ruin and the horror, let you breathe the atmosphere that no man can inhale and live, the only atmosphere there is in that world. Yes, I wish you could become our guests there. Our problem would be easier. But it can't be done. This is the only way we can work.

 

"Dell had to go. There was no escape for him, no safety for us if he lived. He would have been tracked down, captured like a beast and set to work against his will. It was there in the Prime Continuum. Nothing could cancel it except death, the death that saves a billion lives because he will not produce a toxin deadlier than D, triconus."

 

THE vengeance in Sark's voice was almost tangible. Involuntarily Curt retreated a step before it. And — almost — he thought he understood these men out of time.

 

"What is there — " he began Sparsely and had to stop. "What is, there that I can do?"

 

"We need you to take over Dell's farm. It is of key importance. The list of men he was treating was an extremely vital one. That work cannot be interrupted now."

 

"How can you accomplish anything by operating only here?" Curt objected. "While you stifle our defenses, our enemies are arming to the teeth. When you've made us sufficiently helpless, they'll strike."

 

"Did I say we were so restricted?" answered Sark, smiling for the first time. "You cannot imagine what a fresh vegetable means on a professor's table in Moscow. In Atomgrad a ripe tomato is worth a pound of uranium. How do I know? Because I walked the streets of Atomgrad with my grandfather."

 

"Then you're a — "

 

Sark's face grew hard and bitter in the half light of the room. "Was," he corrected. "Or might have been. There are no nationalities where there are no nations, no political parties where there are only hunger and death. The crime of the future is not any person's or country's. It is the whole of humanity's."

 

An alarm sounded abruptly.

 

"Carlson!" someone tensely exclaimed.

 

Sark whirled to the panels and adjusted the controls. A small screen lighted, showing the image of a man with graying hair a&d imperious face. His sharp eyes seemed to burn directly into Curt's.

 

"How did it go?" exclaimed Sark. "Was the Prime Continuum shift as expected?"

 

"No! It still doesn't compute out. Nothing's right. The war is still going on. The Continuum is absolute hell."

 

"I should have lcnown," said Sark in dismay. "I should have called you."

 

"What is it? Do you know what's wrong?"

 

"Johnson. Dr. Curtis Johnson. He's here."

 

RAGE spread upon Carlson's face. An oath exploded from his lips. "No wonder the situation doesn't compute with him out of the Prime Continuum. Why did he come there?"

 

• "Dell sent him. Dell died too quickly. He didn't have time to instruct Johnson. I have told him what we want of him."

 

"Do you understand?" Carlson demanded of Curt with abruptness that was almost anger.

 

Curt looked slowly about the room and back to the face of his questioner. Understand? If they sent him back, allowed him to go back, could he ever be sure that he had not witnessed a thing of nightmare in this shadowy dream world ?

 

Yes, he could be sure. He had seen the blasted city, just the way he knew it could be — would be unless someone prevented it. He had seen the pattern on the scope, attuned to the tiny tributary of the Prime Continuum that was the life of Dr. Dell, had seen it run out, dying as Dell had died.

 

He could believe, too, that there was a little farm near Atomgrad, where a tomato on a scientist's table was more potent than the bombs building in the arsenal.

 

"I understand," he said. "Shall I go back now?"

 

Sark put a paper into his hands. "Here is a list of new names. You will find Dell's procedures and records in his desk at the farm. Do not underestimate the importance of your work. You have seen the failure of the Prime Continuum to compute properly with you out of it. You will correct that.

 

"Your only contact from now on will be through Brown, who will bring the tank truck once a year. You know what to do. You are on your own."

 

It was like a surrealist painting as he left. The moon had risen, and in all the barrenness there was nothing but the gray cement cube of the building. The light spilling through the open doorway touched the half dozen gaunt men who had followed him out to the car. Ahead was the narrow band of roadway leading through some infinite nothingness that would end in Dell's truck farm.

 

H* E STARTED off. When he looked back a moment later, the building was no longer there.

 

He glanced at the list of names Sark gave him, chilled by the importance of those men. For some there would be death as there had been for Dell. For himself —

 

He had forgotten to ask. But perhaps they would not have told him. Not at this time, anyway. The chemically treated food produced tumors in refractory, unresponsive cells. He had eaten Dell's vegetables, would eat more.

 

It was too late to ask and it didn't matter. He had important things to do. First would be the writing of his resignation to the officials of Camp Detrick.

 

As of tomorrow, he would be Dr. Curtis Johnson, truck farmer, specialist in atomic-age produce, luscious table gifts for the innocent and not-so-innocent human matches that would, if he and his unknown colleagues succeeded, be prevented from cremating the hopes of Mankind.

 

Louise would help him hang the new sign:

YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT

Eat the Best

EAT JOHNSON'S VEGETABLES

 

Only, of course, she wouldn't know why he had taken Dell's job, nor could he ever explain.

 

It would probably be the death of Curt Johnson, but that was cheap enough if humanity survived.

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