Clifford Simak - The Big Front Yard and Other Stories

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. No matter how good that alien race may be, they can’t control those Shadows just by mental contact. My bet is that there are machines involved, and when we destroy a Shadow, it would be my hunch that we knock out a machine. And if we knock out enough of them, we’ll give those other people so much headache that they may come out in the open and we can dicker with them.”

“I’m afraid you’re wrong,” Knight answered. “This other race keeps hidden, I’d say, for some compelling reason. Maybe they have developed an underground civilization and never venture on the surface because it’s a hostile environment to them. But maybe they keep track of what is doing on the surface by means of these cones of theirs. And when we showed up, they rigged the cones to look like something slightly human, something they felt sure we would accept, and sent them out to get a good close look.”

Mack put up his hands and rubbed them back and forth across his head. “I don’t like this hiding business. I like things out in the open where I can take a swipe at them and they can take a swipe at me. I’d have liked it a whole lot better if the Shadows had really been the aliens.”

“I don’t go for your underground race,” Carr said to Knight. “It doesn’t seem to me you could produce such a civilization if you lived underground. You’d be shut away from all the phenomena of nature. You wouldn’t –”

“All right,” snapped Knight, “what’s your idea?”

“They might have matter transmission – in fact, we know they do – whether by machine or mind, and that would mean that they’d never have to travel on the surface of the planet, but could transfer from place to place in the matter of a second. But they still would need to know what was going on, so they’d have their eyes and ears like a TV radar system –”

“You jokers are just talking round in circles,” objected Mack. “You don’t know what the score is.”

“I suppose you do,” Knight retorted.

“No, I don’t,” said Mack. “But I’m honest enough to say straight out I don’t.”

“I think Carr and Knight are too involved,” I said. “These aliens might be hiding only until they find out what we’re like – whether they can trust us or if it would be better to run us off the planet.”

“Well,” said Knight, “no matter how you figure it, you’ve got to admit that they probably know practically all there is to know about us – our technology and our purpose and what kind of animals we are and they probably have picked up our language.”

“They know too much,” said Mack. “I’m getting scared.”

There was a scrabbling at the flap and Thorne stuck in his head.

“Say, Mack,” he said, “I got a good idea. How about setting up some guns in that contraption out there? When the Shadows crowd around –”

“No guns,” Knight said firmly. “No rockets. No electrical traps. You do just what we told you. Produce all the useless motion you can. Get it as involved and as flashy as possible. But let it go at that.”

Thorne withdrew sulkily.

Knight explained to me: “We don’t expect it to last too long, but it may keep them occupied for a week or so while we get some work done. When it begins to wear off, we’ll fix up something else.”

It was all right, I suppose, but it didn’t sound too hot to me. At the best, it bought a little time and nothing more. It bought a little time, that is, if we could fool the Shadows. Somehow, I wasn’t sure that we could fool them much. Ten to one, they’d spot the contraption as a phony the minute it was set in motion.

Mack got up and walked around the table. He lifted the cone and tucked it beneath one arm.

“I’ll take this down to the shop,” he said. “Maybe the boys can find out what it is.”

“I can tell you now,” said Carr. “It’s what the aliens use to control the Shadows. Remember the cones the survey people saw? This is one of them. My guess is that it’s some kind of a signal device that can transmit data back to base, wherever that might be.”

“No matter,” Mack said. “Well cut into it and see what we can find.”

“And the peeper?” I asked.

“I’ll take care of that.”

I reached out a hand and picked it up. “No, you won’t. You’re just the kind of bigot who would take it out and smash it.”

“It’s illegal,” Mack declared.

Carr sided with me. “Not any more. It’s a tool now – a weapon that we can use.”

I handed it to Carr. “You take care of it. Put it in a good safe place. We may need it again before all this is over.”

I gathered the junk that had been in Benny’s bag and picked up the jewel and dropped it into a pocket of my coat.

Mack went out with the cone underneath his arm. The rest of us drifted outside the tent and stood there, just a little footloose now that the excitement was all over.

“He’ll have Greasy’s hide,” worried Knight.

“I’ll talk to him,” Carr said. “I’ll make him see that Greasy may have done us a service by sneaking the thing out here.”

“I suppose,” I said, “I should tell Greasy what happened to the peeper.”

Knight shook his head. “Let him sweat a while. It will do him good.”

Back in my tent, I tried to do some paper work, but I couldn’t get my mind to settle down on it. I guess I was excited and I’m afraid that I missed Benny and I was tangled up with wondering just what the situation was, so far as the Shadows were concerned.

We had named them well, all right, for they were little more than shadows – meant to shadow us. But even knowing they were just camouflaged spy rigs, I still found it hard not to think of them as something that was alive.

They were no more than cones, of course, and the cones probably were no more than observation units for those hidden people who hung out somewhere on the planet. For thousands of years, perhaps, the cones had been watching while this race stayed in hiding somewhere. But maybe more than watching. Maybe the cones were harvesters and planters – perhaps hunters and trappers – bringing back the plunder of the wilds to their hidden masters. More than likely, it had been the cones that had picked all the Orchard fruit.

And if there was a culture here, if another race had primal rights upon the planet, then what did that do to the claims that Earth might make? Did it mean we might be forced to relinquish this planet, after all – one of the few Earthlike planets found in years of exploration?

I sat at my desk and thought about the planning and the work and the money that had gone into this project, which, even so, was no more than a driblet compared to what eventually would be spent to make this into another Earth.

Even on this project center, we’d made no more than an initial start. In a few more weeks, the ships would begin bringing in the steel mill and that in itself was a tremendous task – to bring it in, assemble it, mine the ore to get it going and finally to put it into operation. But simpler and easier, infinitely so, than freighting out from Earth all the steel that would be needed to build this project alone.

We couldn’t let it go down the drain. After all the years, after all the planning and the work, in face of Earth’s great need for more living space, we could not give up Stella IV. And yet we could not deny primal rights. If these beings, when they finally showed themselves, would say that they didn’t want us here, then there would be no choice. We would simply have to clear out.

But before they threw us out, of course, they would steal us blind. Much of what we had would undoubtedly be of little value to them, but there would be some of it that they could use. No race can fail to enrich itself and its culture by contact with another. And the contact that these aliens had established was a completely one-sided bargain – the exchange flowed only in their direction.