Руди Рюкер - Master Of Space And Time

"Joe!" she exclaimed, covering her breasts. "What are you doing here?" Then she noticed that her breasts weren't all there was to cover. She dove for the closet and found herself a robe.

"You better let Antie put a bandage on your back," I suggested. "If modesty doesn't forbid."

"Oh, Joe, I've…" She stepped over to the bed and felt Harry's empty back. "How long have we been —"

"It's been a week. They got you the first night back. They came for me and Nancy, but we got away."

"Was that whiskey you threw on my back?"

"That's right. Gary's allergic to it, remember?"

"I–I'd better have a drink. And some food. The spine-riders don't bother to feed their hosts very often."

There wasn't much of anything in the fridge — Antie said the stores were almost out of fresh food — but there were a few things in the freezer. Antie microwaved Sondra some fried chicken with mashed potatoes, and I poured her a big glass of white wine.

"I want to use the blunzer," I told her.

"It doesn't work," said Sondra. "Thank God."

"I think you just had the wrong kind of gluons," I explained. "Harry told me once that gluons come in three colors: red, yellow, and blue. I have a hunch that each color just works once."

"You mean the blunzer will work exactly three times?"

"Just like in all the fairy tales. I think it's about time for our second round of wishes."

"You'll get rid of the Gary-brains?"

"Don't you think I should?"

Sondra pulled the oversize bathrobe tighter around herself. "Yes, of course. Though the people they're attracting are so stupid that —"

"They're better off this way? That's a thought. Maybe that's why the army is letting them keep coming in. Anyone who'd volunteer for alien domination doesn't really deserve to have his or her freedom. It's a thought, Sondra."

"But this is still just stage one. As soon as people stop coming to New Brunswick, the Gary-brains want to break out."

"You know that for a fact?"

"Didn't Harry tell you?"

"He didn't say much of anything before he passed out. You better get some sleep too, Sondra. I'm going to need your help tomorrow."

"I'm scared." She poured herself another glass of wine. "I'm scared the brains will come back while I'm sleeping. Will you get in bed with me, Joe?"

"What a question! Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

"Oh, don't be like that. Underneath, I'm still plain Sondra, you know. I wish I could get my real face back."

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow we'll get some blue gluons and I'll fix everything up. Why don't you finish that wine and then we'll go to bed."

"Okay, Joe."

17. Sit on My Butt

The phone woke me up. It was just getting light outside. I had a Type III hangover: wavy jello and cold pain. The phone was next to our bed.

"Hello?"

"Joey! You're all right?" It was Nancy.

"Yeah. Yeah, baby, I'm fine. Are you in New York?"

"That's right. I called the network and I'm going to be on the Brad Kurtow show this morning. I'm staying at the Plaza Hotel."

"Class. I'm sleeping in a double bed with Harry and Sondra. I got the brains off their backs, and today I'm going to try and get blunzed."

"What do you mean you're in bed with Sondra?"

"Just to protect her, Nancy."

"Well, let her protect herself, that blond cow."

"It's not her fault she looks boss. As a matter of fact, she wants me to change her back to the way she was."

"You're really going to get blunzed?"

"I think so. I'll get rid of the Gary-brains and — I don't know. Is there anything else I should wish for?"

"Get us a penthouse on top of the Plaza, Joey. I like it here."

"Anything else?"

"I want to be able to fly, too. Like Sondra. Why should she get everything? I'll flit in and out of our penthouse like a dove."

"That sounds nice. And I'll wish for ten million more bucks while I'm at it."

"And immortality?"

"No, no. I don't want to live forever. Death's the only thing that keeps me going."

"Well, don't forget the other things. Good luck, darling. I have to catch a cab now."

I set the phone back down on its cradle and felt around on the floor for the Scotch. Normally I don't drink in the morning, but today I had a good excuse. Several of them.

The taste of the stuff made me cough and retch so loud that it woke the others.

"Wood," groaned Harry. "Everything's cheap splintery beige and white —"

I handed him the bottle.

"I don't have to drink that, do I?" asked Sondra.

"Not really," I said, taking another hit. "You and me will be flying out of here before any brains can bother you. You'll be able to carry me, won't you?"

"Sure she can carry you," said Harry. "She's been flying me to the TV studio every day. It's her atoms — they're all made of null matter in EPR synchronicity with her state of mind."

"What does that mean?"

"My body moves whichever way I will it too," said Sondra. "If you sit on my butt I can fly you anyplace."

"We need to get to Stars 'n' Bars," I said, trying not to think too hard about Sondra's butt. How would it feel to have a body like that? "I want to get some blue gluons."

"McCormack won't have them," said Harry. "They're much harder to isolate then the red ones are. What do you need blue gluons for anyway? You planning to play scientist?"

"Antie told me you tried using the red ones again and it didn't work. I was thinking maybe there's some sort of exclusion principle: each color of gluon will work once in this universe, and that's it."

"Fermi statistics," said Harry musingly. "It makes a sort of sense. But blue gluons, Fletch? I doubt if there's more than two or three grams of them in the whole world. And guess who has them?"

"Someone we know?"

"You remember Professor Baumgard?"

"Oh, God. Him?" Dana Baumgard was a bigtime establishment physicist who'd hated Harry and me for years. The feud had started when we beat out his lab for a weapons contract — it was for a special beam that would make the enemy's water supplies radioactive. What made Baumgard so mad was that although Harry and I had put together a working model, we'd been unable to explain how or why it worked. As far as Baumgard was concerned, I was a sleazy carnival barker and Harry a dangerous, tinkering geek. I didn't look forward to visiting him.

"Where's the professor these days?"

"He's the head of the Super Intersecting Proton Loop out in Iowa. SIPL is the only facility in the country that can reach the energies needed to produce blue gluons."

"Iowa?"

"It's nice and flat. Makes it easier to build the loop, which is in the shape of a figure eight, ten kilometers long. One loop of the eight holds protons, and the other loop holds antiprotons. The particles circle and circle around their loops till they get up to speed and then someone throws a switch to make the two beams collide."

"Can you fly me all the way to Iowa, Sondra?"

"Can't you take a plane, Joe?"

"You can do it, Sondra," said Harry, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "I'll build you an electronic windfoil."

"Joe has to promise to change my body back if he manages to get blunzed." Sondra was trying to scoot out of the bed without having her robe flap open. "I'm tired of everyone staring at me all the time."

"Anything you want, Sondra. I'll get breakfast while you get dressed." I went into the kitchen and got some stuff out of the freezer. Ham steaks and frozen waffles. Antie set to work heating them up. "I'm going down to my workshop," called Harry. "I want to build that windfoil for you two."

"Hold on," I shouted, hurrying out into the hall.

I could hear some of the guards moving around downstairs. I grabbed Harry and put my lips to his ear. "Put something under your clothes so they think you still have a spine-rider. Otherwise —"