David Gerrold - A Day for Damnation

Fletcher would ask me, "What are you doing now?"

And I would reply, "I'm eating."

She'd ask, "And why are you eating?"

"Because I'm hungry."

"What's your purpose in eating?"

"Taking care of my body, so I can do the job." It felt like a catechism, but-I could feel the meanings under the words. It was true.

"And what job is that?"

"Creating a relationship with the bunnydogs, a space in which communication can occur."

"Good. Do you have any other purposes?"

"I did want to ... have a relationship with Lizard-but I've let go of that now."

"Good, James. Anything else?"

"No."

I felt myself entering a different state of consciousness. The difference was profound.

I felt-in control.

As if I were creating it.

All of it. The forest. The meadow. The domes. The quiet, distant faces.

Especially the faces-they were all so detached from me. They were my herd. And I was-the leader? Not... quite. I was the ... magician.

The feeling was curious.

I told Fletcher I wanted to walk in the forest. She shook her head no.

I insisted. I said it was necessary-for me to be clear.

She said all right, but only if she could send a security team with me.

I told her I needed to be alone. I needed to feel ownership of the land-especially if I were going to invite a bunnydog family to share it.

I insisted.

She gave in. She let me walk.

I knew the team was following me at a discreet distance. I didn't mind. As long as I wasn't tripping over them.

The forest was a cathedral, green and gold.

Its ceiling was so high it was invisible-a canopy of lofty branches and dark broad leaves. God's light slanted down through the pine and the redwoods, turning the tree trunks ruddy. The beams were so solid you could feel them with your fingers. They struck sparks of golden dust in the air.

High above, cold wind played across the roof, letting the bright blue sky peek through in tiny patches here and there. The breeze rustled the leaves like an organ and dappled the light that fell to the soft brown earth below. My footsteps fell lightly on a carpet of fresh green pine needles.

I breathed deeply-and the air smelled like heaven: pine and honeysuckle and cascades of beautiful growing green things. There was no pink left anywhere.

I could have stayed here forever.

Somewhere ahead, I heard water-a stream. I followed the sound and-

The forest opened out onto a meadow.

A riot of color, gaudy brilliance, dazzling to the eye!

But such a meadow! Nothing like this had ever been seen on the Earth before!

I stepped forward hesitantly.

Purple ivy, streaked with lavender and white, curled away from me. Black shambler bushes struck silver sparks in the air. Slender red growths rose like fountains, exploding into feathery black and pink fronds.

And over everything- mandala vines.

They captured the eye, they overwhelmed the senses. They were a carpet, they rolled away in endless waves. The mandala flowers piled themselves high; they dripped from stumps of rotted trees; they hung from branches in a riotous celebration of color, a royal display.

I stood and gaped in awe and wonder. Silver and crimson, orange and indigo so dark it was black, magenta, yellow and blue, cascades of hue and shade beyond the eye's ability to differentiate.

And, oh-the smells!

Waves of scent swept over me-fresh baked bread, strawberry jam, thick fresh cream, apple cobbler, peaches-and scents for which I had no names at all. Dark purply scents laced with scarlet overtones: sweet chords of gold and opium perfume. Heady aromas of magic, sparkling spells; doorways into crystal heavens and beautiful trips through Hell.

The forest behind me was forgotten.

Dammit! Why did the invasion have to be beautiful too?

On the morning of the third day, the sensors picked up a worm on the east edge of the meadow.

A quiet voice on the radio said, "I think I've got something." We crowded around the monitors. The big display showed a smallish-looking worm poised on the high end of the slope. It seemed confused. Its eye-stalks swiveled back and forth as it studied the three mottled domes in the middle of the pasture below it. It flowed a few meters forward

-and stopped. Hesitated. Swiveled its eyes. Backward. Forward.

- We went to full magnification. The eyes irised shut and open again. Sput-phwut.

The worm half turned and looked behind itself. Then it swiveled its eyes toward us again.

I felt as if I could read its mind. It was a five-year-old child, seeing something very interesting, but not knowing if it should investigate by itself-or go tell Mommy first.

It made up its mind. This was a well-trained five-year-old. It completed its turn and headed off to the east as fast as it could go. Nothing else happened for the rest of the day.

During the night, the sensors picked up movement on the ridge, but it could have been deer or coyotes.

LIZARD WOKE me up. "Jim-"

"Huh? What?" Everything was dark. "What time is it?"

"Shh. Be quiet. It's almost dawn. I want you to come forward." I rubbed my eyes and fell out of my bunk

"I said, `Be quiet!"' she whispered again.

I followed her forward. "What do you want?"

"Look-" She pointed.

I looked to the monitor screen on the console. I looked out the window. Through the netting, I could see-

There were three bunnydogs sitting on the opposite side of the circle.

"This is it," I said. I looked at her. "Isn't it?" She nodded.

I started unbuttoning my shirt. "We should get started-"

She put her hand on my shoulder. "There's time. We'll do it by the mission book."

"But they could leave."

"I doubt it," she said. There was certainty in her voice. I turned to her.

"How long have they been there?"

"For an hour."

"And you didn't wake me?"

"As mission commander, I felt you needed your sleep. If they're here to communicate, Jim, then they'll wait. And if they're not, then it's a mistake to rush into anything. We'll follow the checklist. I'm calling condition yellow. I have to open two separate channels to Oakland, satellite and direct. I have to wake the observation team and the defense team; I have to activate the high-level monitors. You might as well have breakfast and go through your exercises with Fletcher again. It'll be at least ninety minutes before I'll go to condition green. Probably longer. Until then, my friend, you're still under my command. Got that?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"First thing, I want you to put on a medical harness. I want you to stabilize your heart and respiration before you go out there."

"Is it that obvious how excited I am?"

"Just do it," she said, hooking a thumb over her shoulder. "I've got work to do."

I moved. I went and woke up Fletcher, showed her our guests and then the two of us fell into the familiar routine of preparation and clearing. The excitement was growing in me like a bomb. This was worse than Christmas.

Fletcher took me to the back of the chopper and began talking to me low and quietly. At first, I couldn't hear a word she said. All I could think of was the bunnydogs.

"Jim!" Her tone was urgent. "Pay attention."

"Yes, ma'am."

"What are you here for?"

"The bunnydogs. Um, creating a relationship with the bunnydogs so communication can occur." The words fell out like a recorded phrase.

"Sorry, I don't get it. Where are you, James-because you're sure not here with me."

"I'm-sorry. I-guess I'm just excited."

"I know. All right, strip down and put on the harness. Let's see what's going on."

The decision had been made that the contact-me-should be naked. Or as close to naked as possible. To allow the bunnydogs to experience the animalness of the individual first. The physical beingness. I'd voted in favor of shorts. We'd compromised on a loincloth.