Welcome to the Monkey House: The Special Edition (33 page)

The minute you get in, chemistry takes over—glands making you excitable or ready to fight or hungry or mad or affectionate, or—well, you never know
what’s
going to happen next.

That’s why I can’t get sore at the enemy, the people who are against the amphibians. They never get out of their bodies and won’t try to learn. They don’t want anybody else to do it,
either, and they’d like to make the amphibians get back into bodies and stay in them.

After the tussle I had with the Parade Marshal, Madge got wind of it and left
her
body right in the middle of the Ladies’ Auxiliary. And the two of us, feeling full of devilment after getting shed of the bodies and the parade, went over to have a look at the enemy.

I’m never keen on going over to look at them. Madge likes to see what the women are wearing. Stuck with their bodies all the time, the enemy women change their clothes and hair and cosmetic styles a lot oftener than we do on the women’s bodies in the storage centers.

I don’t get much of a kick out of the fashions, and almost everything else you see and hear in enemy territory would bore a plaster statue into moving away.

Usually, the enemy is talking about old-style reproduction, which is the clumsiest, most comical, most inconvenient thing anyone could imagine, compared with what the amphibians have in that line. If they aren’t talking about that, then they’re talking about food, the gobs of chemicals they have to stuff into their bodies. Or they’ll talk about fear, which we used to call politics—job politics, social politics, government politics.

The enemy hates that, having us able to peek in on them any time we want to, while they can’t ever see us unless we get into bodies. They seem to be scared to death of us, though being scared of amphibians makes as much sense as being scared of the sunrise. They could have the whole world, except the storage centers, for all the amphibians care. But they bunch together as though we were going to come whooping out of the sky and do something terrible to them at any moment.

They’ve got contraptions all over the place that are supposed to detect amphibians. The gadgets aren’t worth a nickel, but they seem to make the enemy feel good—like they were lined up against great forces, but keeping their nerve and doing important, clever things about it. Know-how—all the time they’re patting each other about how much know-how they’ve
got, and about how we haven’t got anything by comparison. If know-how means weapons, they’re dead right.

·    ·    ·

I guess there is a war on between them and us. But we never do anything about holding up our side of the war, except to keep our parade sites and our storage centers secret, and to get out of bodies every time there’s an air raid, or the enemy fires a rocket, or something.

That just makes the enemy madder, because the raids and rockets and all cost plenty, and blowing up things nobody needs anyway is a poor return on the taxpayer’s money. We always know what they’re going to do next, and when and where, so there isn’t any trick to keeping out of their way.

But they are pretty smart, considering they’ve got bodies to look after besides doing their thinking, so I always try to be cautious when I go over to watch them. That’s why I wanted to clear out when Madge and I saw a storage center in the middle of one of their fields. We hadn’t talked to anybody lately about what the enemy was up to, and the center looked awfully suspicious.

Madge was optimistic, the way she’s been ever since she borrowed that burlesque queen’s body, and she said the storage center was a sure sign that the enemy had seen the light, that they were getting ready to become amphibious themselves.

Well, it looked like it. There was a brand-new center, stocked with bodies and open for business, as innocent as you please. We circled it several times, and Madge’s circles got smaller and smaller, as she tried to get a close look at what they had in the way of ladies’ ready-to-wear.

“Let’s beat it,” I said.

“I’m just looking,” said Madge. “No harm in looking.”

Then she saw what was in the main display case, and she forgot where she was or where she’d come from.

The most striking woman’s body I’d ever seen was in the case—six feet tall and built like a goddess. But that wasn’t the
payoff. The body had copper-colored skin, chartreuse hair and fingernails, and a gold lamé evening gown. Beside that body was the body of a blond, male giant in a pale blue field marshal’s uniform, piped in scarlet and spangled with medals.

I think the enemy must have swiped the bodies in a raid on one of our outlying storage centers, and padded and dyed them, and dressed them up.

“Madge, come back!” I said.

The copper-colored woman with the chartreuse hair moved. A siren screamed and soldiers rushed from hiding places to grab the body Madge was in.

The center was a trap for amphibians!

The body Madge hadn’t been able to resist had its ankles tied together, so Madge couldn’t take the few steps she had to take if she was going to get out of it again.

The soldiers carted her off triumphantly as a prisoner of war. I got into the only body available, the fancy field marshal, to try to help her. It was a hopeless situation, because the field marshal was bait, too, with its ankles tied. The soldiers dragged me after Madge.

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The cocky young major in charge of the soldiers did a jig along the shoulder of the road, he was so proud. He was the first man ever to capture an amphibian, which was really something from the enemy’s point of view. They’d been at war with us for years, and spent God knows how many billions of dollars, but catching us was the first thing that made any amphibians pay much attention to them.

When we got to the town, people were leaning out of windows and waving their flags, and cheering the soldiers, and hissing Madge and me. Here were all the people who didn’t want to be amphibious, who thought it was terrible for anybody to be amphibious—people of all colors, shapes, sizes, and nationalities, joined together to fight the amphibians.

It turned out that Madge and I were going to have a big
trial. After being tied up every which way in jail all night, we were taken to a courtroom, where television cameras stared at us.

Madge and I were worn to frazzles, because neither one of us had been cooped up in a body that long since I don’t know when. Just when we needed to think more than we ever had, in jail before the trial, the bodies developed hunger pains and we couldn’t get them comfortable on the cots, no matter how we tried; and, of course, the bodies just had to have their eight hours sleep.

The charge against us was a capital offense on the books of the enemy—
desertion
. As far as the enemy was concerned, the amphibians had all turned yellow and run out on their bodies, just when their bodies were needed to do brave and important things for humanity.

We didn’t have a hope of being acquitted. The only reason there was a trial at all was that it gave them an opportunity to sound off about why they were so right and we were so wrong. The courtroom was jammed with their big brass, all looking angry and brave and noble.

“Mr. Amphibian,” said the prosecutor, “you are old enough, aren’t you, to remember when all men had to face up to life in their bodies, and work and fight for what they believed in?”

“I remember when the bodies were always getting into fights, and nobody seemed to know why, or how to stop it,” I said politely. “The only thing everybody seemed to believe in was that they didn’t like to fight.”

“What would you say of a soldier who ran away in the face of fire?” he wanted to know.

“I’d say he was scared silly.”

“He was helping to lose the battle, wasn’t he?”

“Oh, sure.” There wasn’t any argument on that one.

“Isn’t that what the amphibians have done—run out on the human race in the face of the battle of life?”

“Most of us are still alive, if that’s what you mean,” I said.

·    ·    ·

It was true. We hadn’t licked death, and weren’t sure we wanted to, but we’d certainly lengthened life something amazing, compared to the span you could expect in a body.

“You ran out on your responsibilities!” he said.

“Like you’d run out of a burning building, sir,” I said.

“Leaving everyone else to struggle on alone!”

“They can all get out the same door that we got out of. You can all get out any time you want to. All you do is figure out what you want and what your body wants, and concentrate on—”

The judge banged his gavel until I thought he’d split it. Here they’d burned every copy of Konigswasser’s book they could find, and there I was giving a course in how to get out of a body over a whole television network.

“If you amphibians had your way,” said the prosecutor, “everybody would run out on his responsibilities, and let life and progress as we know them disappear completely.”

“Why, sure,” I agreed. “That’s the point.”

“Men would no longer work for what they believe in?” he challenged.

“I had a friend back in the old days who drilled holes in little square thingamajigs for seventeen years in a factory, and he never did get a very clear idea of what they were for. Another one I knew grew raisins for a glassblowing company, and the raisins weren’t for anybody to eat, and he never did find out why the company bought them. Things like that make me sick—now that I’m in a body, of course—and what I used to do for a living makes me even sicker.”

“Then you despise human beings and everything they do,” he said.

“I like them fine—better than I ever did before. I just think it’s a dirty shame what they have to do to take care of their bodies. You ought to get amphibious and see how happy people can be when they don’t have to worry about where
their body’s next meal is coming from, or how to keep it from freezing in the wintertime, or what’s going to happen to them when their body wears out.”

“And that, sir, means the end of ambition, the end of greatness!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I said. “We’ve got some pretty great people on our side. They’d be great in
or
out of bodies. It’s the end of fear is what it is.” I looked right into the lens of the nearest television camera. “And
that’s
the most wonderful thing that ever happened to people.”

Down came the judge’s gavel again, and the brass started to shout me down. The television men turned off their cameras, and all the spectators, except for the biggest brass, were cleared out. I knew I’d really said something. All anybody would be getting on his television set now was organ music.

When the confusion died down, the judge said the trial was over, and that Madge and I were guilty of desertion.

·    ·    ·

Nothing I could do could get us in any worse, so I talked back.

“Now I understand you poor fish,” I said. “You couldn’t get along without fear. That’s the only skill you’ve got—how to scare yourselves and other people into doing things. That’s the only fun you’ve got, watching people jump for fear of what you’ll do to their bodies or take away from their bodies.”

Madge got in her two cents’ worth. “The only way you can get any response from anybody is to scare them.”

“Contempt of court!” said the judge.

“The only way you can scare people is if you can keep them in their bodies,” I told him.

The soldiers grabbed Madge and me and started to drag us out of the courtroom.

“This means war!” I yelled.

Everything stopped right there and the place got very quiet.

“We’re already at war,” said a general uneasily.

“Well,
we’re
not,” I answered, “but we will be, if you don’t untie Madge and me this instant.” I was fierce and impressive in that field marshal’s body.

“You haven’t any weapons,” said the judge, “no know-how. Outside of bodies, amphibians are nothing.”

“If you don’t cut us loose by the time I count ten,” I told him, “the amphibians will occupy the bodies of the whole kit and caboodle of you and march you right off the nearest cliff. The place is surrounded.” That was hogwash, of course. Only one person can occupy a body at a time, but the enemy couldn’t be sure of that. “One! Two! Three!”

The general swallowed, turned white, and waved his hand vaguely.

“Cut them loose,” he said weakly.

The soldiers, terrified, too, were glad to do it. Madge and I were freed.

I took a couple of steps, headed my spirit in another direction, and that beautiful field marshal, medals and all, went crashing down the staircase like a grandfather clock.

I realized that Madge wasn’t with me. She was still in that copper-colored body with the chartreuse hair and fingernails.

“What’s more,” I heard her saying, “in payment for all the trouble you’ve caused us, this body is to be addressed to me at New York, delivered in good condition no later than next Monday.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said the judge.

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When we got home, the Pioneers’ Day Parade was just breaking up at the local storage center, and the Parade Marshal got out of his body and apologized to me for acting the way he had.

“Heck, Herb,” I said, “you don’t need to apologize. You weren’t yourself. You were parading around in a body.”

That’s the best part of being amphibious, next to not
being afraid—people forgive you for whatever fool thing you might have done in a body.

Oh, there are drawbacks, I guess, the way there are drawbacks to everything. We still have to work off and on, maintaining the storage centers and getting food to keep the community bodies going. But that’s a small drawback, and all the big drawbacks I ever heard of aren’t real ones, just old-fashioned thinking by people who can’t stop worrying about things they used to worry about before they turned amphibious.

As I say, the oldsters will probably never get really used to it. Every so often, I catch myself getting gloomy over what happened to the pay-toilet business it took me thirty years to build.

But the youngsters don’t have any hangovers like that from the past. They don’t even worry much about something happening to the storage centers, the way us oldsters do.