Philip Dick - The Complete Stories of Philip K. Dick Vol. 5 - The Eye of the Sibyl and Other Classic Stories
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An insect landed on the back of Kemmings' right hand, an old insect, weary with flight. He halted, watched it crawl across his knuckles. I could crush it, he thought. It's so obviously infirm; it won't live much longer anyhow.
He crushed it – and felt great inner horror. What have I done? he asked himself. My first moment here and I have wiped out a little life. Is this my new beginning?
Turning, he gazed back up at the ship. Maybe I ought to go back, he thought. Have them freeze me forever. I am a man of guilt, a man who destroys. Tears filled his eyes.
And, within its sentient works, the interstellar ship moaned.
During the ten long years remaining in the trip to the LR4 System, the ship had plenty of time to track down Marline Kemmings. It explained the situation to her. She had emigrated to a vast orbiting dome in the Sirius System, found her situation unsatisfactory, and was en route back to Earth. Roused from her own cryonic suspension, she listened intently and then agree to be at the colony world LR4-6 when her ex-husband arrived – if it was at all possible.
Fortunately, it was possible.
"I don't think he'll recognize me," Martine said to the ship. "I've allowed myself to age. I don't really approve of entirely halting the aging process."
He'll be lucky if he recognizes anything, the ship thought.
At the intersystem spaceport on the colony world of LR4-6, Martine stood waiting for the people aboard the ship to appear on the outer platform. She wondered if she would recognize her former husband. She was a little afraid, but she was glad that she had gotten to LR4-6 in time. It had been close. Another week and his ship would have arrived before hers. Luck is on my side, she said to herself, and scrutinized the newly landed interstellar ship.
People appeared on the platform. She saw him. Victor had changed very little.
As he came down the ramp, holding onto the railing as if weary and hesitant, she came up to him, her hands thrust deep in the pockets of her coat; she felt shy and when she spoke she could hardly hear her own voice.
"Hi, Victor," she managed to say.
He halted, gazed at her. "I know you," he said.
"It's Martine," she said.
Holding out his hand, he said, smiling, "You heard about the trouble on the ship?"
"The ship contacted me." She took his hand and held it. "What an ordeal."
"Yeah," he said. "Recirculating memories forever. Did I ever tell you about a bee that I was trying to extricate from a spider's web when I was four years old? The idiotic bee stung me." He bent down and kissed her. "It's good to see you," he said.
"Did the ship -"
"It said it would try to have you here. But it wasn't sure if you could make it."
As they walked toward the terminal building, Martine said, "I was lucky; I managed to get a transfer to a military vehicle, a high-velocity-drive ship that just shot along like a mad thing. A new propulsion system entirely."
Victor Kemmings said, "I have spent more time in my own unconscious mind than any other human in history. Worse than early-twentieth-century psychoanalysis. And the same material over and over again. Did you know I was scared of my mother?"
" I was scared of your mother," Martine said. They stood at the baggage depot, waiting for his luggage to appear. "This looks like a really nice little planet. Much better than where I was… I haven't been happy at all."
"So maybe there's a cosmic plan," he said grinning. "You look great."
"I'm old."
"Medical science -"
"It was my decision. I like older people." She surveyed him. He has been hurt a lot by the cryonic malfunction, she said to herself. I can see it in his eyes. They look broken. Broken eyes. Torn down into pieces by fatigue and – defeat. As if his buried early memories swam up and destroyed him. But it's over, she thought. And I did get here in time.
At the bar in the terminal building, they sat having a drink.
"This old man got me to try Wild Turkey bourbon," Victor said. "It's amazing bourbon. He says it's the best on Earth. He brought a bottle with him from…" His voice died into silence.
"One of your fellow passengers," Martine finished.
"I guess so," he said.
"Well, you can stop thinking of the birds and the bees," Martine said.
"Sex?" he said, and laughed.
"Being stung by a bee, helping a cat catch a bird. That's all past."
"That cat," Victor said, "has been dead one hundred and eighty-two years. I figured it out while they were bringing us out of suspension. Probably just as well. Dorky. Dorky, the killer cat. Nothing like Fat Freddy's cat."
"I had to sell the poster," Martine said. "Finally."
He frowned.
"Remember?" she said. "You let me have it when we split up. Which I always thought was really good of you."
"How much did you get for it?"
"A lot. I should pay you something like -" She calculated. "Taking inflation into account, I should pay you about two million dollars."
"Would you consider," he said, "instead, in place of the money, my share of the sale of the poster, spending some time with me? Until I get used to this planet?"
"Yes," she said. And she meant it. Very much.
They finished their drinks and then, with his luggage transported by robot spacecap, made their way to his hotel room.
"This is a nice room," Marline said, perched on the edge of the bed. "And it has a hologram TV. Turn it on."
"There's no use turning it on," Victor Kemmings said. He stood by the open closet, hanging up his shirts.
"Why not?"
Kemmings said, "There's nothing on it."
Going over to the TV set, Martine turned it on. A hockey game materialized, projected out into the room, in full color, and the sound of the game assailed her ears.
"It works fine," she said.
"I know," he said. "I can prove it to you. If you have a nail file or something, I'll unscrew the back plate and show you."
"But I can -"
"Look at this." He paused in his work of hanging up his clothes. "Watch me put my hand through the wall." He placed the palm of his right hand against the wall. "See?"
His hand did not go through the wall because hands do not go through walls; his hand remained pressed against the wall, unmoving. "And the foundation," he said, "is rotting away."
"Come and sit down by me," Martine said.
"I've lived this often enough now," he said. "I've lived this over and over again. I come out of suspension; I walk down the ramp; I get my luggage; sometimes I have a drink at the bar and sometimes I come directly to my room. Usually I turn on the TV and then -" He came over and held his hand toward her. "See where the bee stung me?"
She saw no mark on his hand; she took his hand and held it. "There is no bee sting," she said.
"And when the robot doctor comes, I borrow a tool from him and take off the back plate of the TV set. To prove to him that it has no chassis, no components in it. And then the ship starts me over again."
"Victor," she said. "Look at your hand."
"This is the first time you've been here, though," he said.
"Sit down," she said.
"Okay." He seated himself on the bed, beside her, but not too close to her.
"Won't you sit closer to me?" she said.
"It makes me too sad," he said. "Remembering you. I really loved you. I wish this was real."
Martine said, "I will sit with you until it is real for you."
"I'm going to try reliving the part with the cat," he said, "and this time not pick up the cat and not let it get the bird. If I do that, maybe my life will change so that it turns into something happy. Something that is real. My real mistake was separating from you. Here; I'll put my hand through you." He placed his hand against her arm. The pressure of his muscles was vigorous; she felt the weight, the physical presence of him, against her. "See?" he said. "It goes right through you."
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