Руди Рюкер - Master Of Space And Time

Six doors to six places:

1. The room around us: Here and Now.

2. Globs and happy squiggles: The Microworld.

3. An endless meadowed mountain: Infinity.

4. Glowing robots on the moon: The Future.

5. Strange merging shapes: Hyperspace.

6. A room like ours, but upside down and backwards: Looking-Glass World.

From where I stood, Door No. 2 was to the left and Door No. 3 to the right. Door No. 4 was where the blunzing chamber's floor had been, and Door No. 5 was on the chamber's ceiling. Straight across the chamber was Door No. 6. Door No. 1, of course, was the original door, the door I stood outside.

The swarm of tiny Harrys buzzed fretfully, darting in and out of the six magic doors.

"Let's go," said the big Harry at my side. "Come on, Fletch, I want to jump across to that world on the other side."

"Forget it, man. I want to take my money back to Nancy before —"

"Oh, you've got your five million bucks and that's it, huh? Only so far and no further, right? What are you going to buy, Fletcher? What's going to be as good as this?"

I looked to Sondra for support. She was staring into a mirror, running her fingers over the curves of her new face.

I tried again. "Harry, those doors look really exciting. Hyperspace, size change, parallel worlds — it looks really neat. But I'm not going to risk everything just for some crazy science fiction thrills."

"I can still make your money disappear, Fletcher. I can put you back inside an endless regress like before."

"You don't want to do that, Harry. I'm your friend, remember? Just go ahead and enjoy yourself. Sondra and I'll wait out here."

Sondra fluttered over to stand next to us. Lord, she was gorgeous.

"Make my wings disappear," she requested. "I don't want to be a freak. Surely you can give me flight without wings."

"Damn!" yelled Harry, suddenly furious. "Here I'm supposed to be the master of space and time and you two are just — " He clenched his eyes shut like an angry baby.

There was a faint whisking sound, and Sondra's wings were gone. My money and my little box — I noticed sadly — were gone as well.

"Gee, Harry, you didn't have to —"

"Your money's safe at home, Fletcher. Right under little Nancy's homebody bed. And she's opening her dirt-to-food converter right now." A sly smile twisted his mouth. "You satisfied?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Now, please, you two, let's go across the chamber and into the looking-glass world. I'm scared to go alone."

I looked into Sondra's clear hazel eyes. I'd never been this close to such a beautiful woman before. "I'll go if Sondra will."

"Okay, Sondra?"

"Oh, all right. I'll help fly Fletcher across. We wouldn't want him to fall down onto the moon with those robots. But what's the looking-glass world supposed to be, Harry?"

"It's where I want to go. I don't know quite what's there … I just know I reached out and found it."

"Found it?"

"Each reality is a point in superspace," said Harry slowly. "I understand everything so much better now! Superspace has infinitely many dimensions, one dimension for each question you might ask about the world. Each universe represents a certain set of answers, a certain location in superspace. I reached out and found the one I wanted, the looking-glass world."

"What about those four other worlds?"

"They're — they're other things I've thought about. I understand them pretty well already. Some of my little echomen have already looked them over. But come on now, let's go to the looking-glass world! And Antie, you make sure that no one disturbs the machinery while we're gone."

"Check, Harry."

Sondra could still fly, even without those hokey wings, and Harry of course had the power of flight as well. Each grabbed me under an arm, and we flew the two meters across the blunzing chamber.

The view from the chamber's center was just incredible. There was no gravity in there, and the conflicting vistas through the different doors destroyed all sense of up and down. Hypercubes, amoebas, infinite cliffs, space robots — all mixed in with glimpses of Harry's shop. The room we were headed for was upside down and mirror-reversed relative to the room we'd started in.

I wondered what it was going to be like over there.

9. Looking-Glass World

As we passed into the looking-glass world, its gravity took over and pulled me up to its floor. I tucked my head under and landed on my shoulders. Regaining my feet, I looked back through the magic door at the world we'd left. Antie was there, standing by the door watching us. It was hard not to feel that it was the robot, and not us, who was upside down.

The little images of Harry flew out after us and nested themselves together like they'd done in my car. Each of them got in the coat pocket of the next larger one. It only took a few seconds. Then the biggest echoman of all darted into the real Harry's pocket.

"Let's just close the door," suggested Harry. "So nothing sneaks back through to our world."

"Okay."

I helped him swing the heavy zinc-covered door shut. Although it was late evening in the world we'd left, it looked like midmorning here. Sunlight was streaming in the windows, lighting up the mirror-reversed shop.

"Well!" said Sondra. "Now what, guys?"

"Let's go to a restaurant," I suggested. "Get a beer and listen to what people are talking about. I hope time doesn't run backwards here."

"Naw," said Harry. "Look." He picked up a book and dropped it. It fell to the floor. "If our time didn't match this world's, we would have seen the book fly up into my hand."

"Yeah," I agreed, leaning over the book. "But look, all the writing's backwards."

"Well, that's no big deal. Everything's just space-reversed. Once we get outside, we'll probably find lots of other differences as well. Like Carroll's Alice did. Let's go, we've got less than two hours!"

We found our way out of Harry's mirror-reversed shop and hit the street. The streets were clean, that was what struck me first. The whole city was buffed to an unwholesome sheen. Spotless late-model autos hurried past in orderly queues, while spiffed-up pedestrians marched up and down like wooden soldiers. Slovenly Harry couldn't have looked more out of place. At least the tiny Harrys were stashed out of sight. This town looked nothing like New Brunswick: besides being clean, it felt vaguely Arabian. I didn't like the fact that nobody smiled.

"Excuse me," I said, stepping in front of a woman in a stiff-collared blouse. She had gray hair and a dowager's hump. "Is there a restaurant near here? That sells beer?"

Her thin lips straightened. "I'm going to report you for that, you scum."

"Beer's illegal?" I hazarded, hoping to keep the conversational ball rolling.

"Let me pass!"

"Wait," protested Sondra. "We just got here from another world and —"

"Demons!" screamed the woman in the stiff-collared blouse. Two men in three-piece suits hurried to her aid.

"Let's fly," I suggested.

Harry and Sondra grabbed me by the upper arms again, and we shot up into the air. There was a cop on the sidewalk across the street, shouting and pointing a laser rifle.

We whisked off across the building tops and landed in a supermarket parking lot. Fortunately no one saw us land.

"Do you realize what this world is?" I asked Harry.

"Uh…"

"It's the exact opposite of everything you like. Clean streets, uptight women, no beer. Everything's backwards, you idiot." I could hear sirens a few blocks off.

"The police are coming," wailed Sondra. "Do something, Harry!"

"I'm not always good in a crisis," he whined. "Ask Fletcher what to do."

"Let's go in that store," I suggested. "After things cool down, we can get back to the magic door."

"Okay."