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-*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ASLEEP IN ARMAGEDDON ***
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-
-                         Asleep in Armageddon
-
-                            By RAY BRADBURY
-
-            Avoid Planetoid 787. Lush and sunny, with fine
-            air and no dangerous beasts, it'll tempt you to
-           curve in for some nice solid-ground sleep. DON'T!
-
-           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
-                      Planet Stories Winter 1948.
-         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
-         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
-
-
-You don't want death and you don't expect death. Something goes wrong,
-your rocket tilts in space, a planetoid jumps up, blackness, movement,
-hands over the eyes, a violent pulling back of available power in the
-fore-jets, the crash....
-
-The darkness. In the darkness, the senseless pain. In the pain, the
-nightmare.
-
-He was not unconscious.
-
-_Your name?_ asked hidden voices. _Sale_, he replied in whirling
-nausea. _Leonard Sale._ _Occupation_, cried the voices. _Spaceman!_
-he cried, alone in the night. _Welcome_, said the voices. _Welcome,
-welcome._ They faded.
-
-He stood up in the wreckage of his ship. It lay like a folded, tattered
-garment around him.
-
-The sun rose and it was morning.
-
-Sale pried himself out the small air-lock and stood breathing the
-atmosphere. Luck. Sheer luck. The air was breathable. An instant's
-checking showed him that he had two month's supply of food with him.
-Fine, fine! And this--he fingered at the wreckage. Miracle of miracles!
-The radio was intact.
-
-He stuttered out the message on the sending key. CRASHED ON PLANETOID
-787. SALE. SEND HELP. SALE. SEND HELP.
-
-The reply came instantly: HELLO, SALE. THIS IS ADDAMS IN MARSPORT.
-SENDING RESCUE SHIP LOGARITHM. WILL ARRIVE PLANETOID 787 IN SIX DAYS.
-HANG ON.
-
-Sale did a little dance.
-
-It was simple as that. One crashed. One had food. One radioed for help.
-Help came. _La!_ He clapped his hands.
-
-The sun rose and was warm. He felt no sense of mortality. Six days
-would be no time at all. He would eat, he would read, he would sleep.
-He glanced at his surroundings. No dangerous animals; a tolerable
-oxygen supply. What more could one ask. Beans and bacon, was the
-answer. The happy smell of breakfast filled the air.
-
-After breakfast he smoked a cigarette slowly, deeply, blowing out. He
-nodded contentedly. What a life! Not a scratch on him. Luck. Sheer luck.
-
-His head nodded. Sleep, he thought.
-
-Good idea. Forty winks. Plenty of time to sleep, take it easy. Six
-whole long, luxurious days of idling and philosophizing. Sleep.
-
-He stretched himself out, tucked his arm under his head, and shut his
-eyes.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-Insanity came in to take him. The voices whispered.
-
-_Sleep, yes, sleep_, said the voices. _Ah, sleep, sleep._
-
-He opened his eyes. The voices stopped. Everything was normal. He
-shrugged. He shut his eyes casually, fitfully. He settled his long body.
-
-_Eeeeeeeeeeee_, sang the voices, far away.
-
-_Ahhhhhhhh_, sang the voices.
-
-_Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep_, sang the voices.
-
-_Die, die, die, die, die_, sang the voices.
-
-_Ooooooooooooooo_, cried the voices.
-
-_Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm_, a bee ran through his brain.
-
-He sat up. He shook his head. He put his hands to his ears. He blinked
-at the crashed ship. Hard metal. He felt the solid rock under his
-fingers. He saw the real sun warming the blue sky.
-
-Let's try sleeping on our back, he thought. He adjusted himself, lying
-back down. His watch ticked on his wrist. The blood burned in his veins.
-
-_Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep_, sang the voices.
-
-_Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh_, sang the voices.
-
-_Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh_, sang the voices.
-
-_Die, die, die, die, die. Sleep, sleep, die, sleep, die, sleep, die!
-Oohhh. Ahhhhh. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!_
-
-Blood tapped in his ears. The sound of the wind rising.
-
-_Mine, mine_, said a voice. _Mine, mine, he's mine!_
-
-_No, mine, mine_, said another voice. _No, mine, mine; he's_ mine!
-
-_No, ours, ours_, sang ten voices. _Ours, ours, he's_ ours!
-
-His fingers twitched. His jaws spasmed. His eyelids jerked.
-
-_At last, at last_, sang a high voice. _Now, now. The long time, the
-waiting. Over, over_, sang the high voice. _Over, over at last!_
-
-It was like being undersea. Green songs, green visions, green time.
-Bubbled voices drowning in deep liquors of sea tide. Far away choruses
-chanting senseless rhymes. Leonard Sale stirred in agony.
-
-_Mine, mine_, cried a loud voice. _Mine, mine!_ shrieked another.
-_Ours, ours!_ shrieked the chorus.
-
-The din of metal, the crash of sword, the conflict, the battle, the
-fight, the war. All of it exploding, his mind fiercely torn apart!
-
-_Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!_
-
-He leaped up, screaming. The landscape melted and flowed.
-
-[Illustration: _He leaped up, raving. What was going on?_]
-
-A voice said, "I am Tylle of Rathalar. Proud Tylle, Tylle of the Blood
-Mound and the Death Drum. Tylle of Rathalar, Killer of Men!"
-
-Another spoke, "I am Iorr of Wendillo, Wise Iorr, Destroyer of
-Infidels!"
-
-The chorus chanted. "And we the warriors, we the steel, we the
-warriors, we the red blood rushing, the red blood falling, the red
-blood steaming in the sun--"
-
-Leonard Sale staggered under the burden. "Go away!" he cried. "Leave
-me, in God's name, leave me!"
-
-_Eeeeeeeeeee_, shrieked the high sound of steel hot on steel.
-
-Silence.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-He stood with the sweat boiling out of him. He was trembling so
-violently he could not stand. Insane, he thought. Absolutely insane.
-Raving insane. Insane.
-
-He jerked the food kit open, did something to a chemical packet. Hot
-coffee was ready in an instant. He mouthed it, spilled gushes of it
-down his shirt. He shivered. He sucked in raw gulps of breath.
-
-Let's be logical, he thought, sitting down heavily. The coffee seared
-his tongue. No record of insanity in the family for two hundred years.
-All healthy, well-balanced. No reason for insanity now. Shock? Silly.
-No shock. I'm to be rescued in six days. No shock to that. No danger.
-Just an ordinary planetoid. Ordinary, ordinary place. No reason for
-insanity. I'm sane.
-
-_Oh?_ cried a small metal voice within. An echo. Fading.
-
-"Yes!" he cried, beating his fists together. "Sane!"
-
-_Hahahahahahahahahah._ Somewhere a vanishing laughter.
-
-He whirled about. "Shut up, you!" he cried.
-
-We didn't say anything, said the mountains. We didn't say anything,
-said the sky. We didn't say anything, said the wreckage.
-
-"All right then," he said, swaying. "See that you don't."
-
-Everything was normal.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-The pebbles were getting hot. The sky was big and blue. He looked at
-his fingers and saw the way the sun burned on every black hair. He
-looked at his boots and the dust on them. Suddenly he felt very happy
-because he made a decision. I won't go to sleep, he thought. I'm having
-nightmares, so why sleep. There's your solution.
-
-He made a routine. From nine o'clock in the morning, which was this
-minute, until twelve, he would walk around and see the planetoid. He
-would write on a pad with a yellow pencil everything he saw. Then he
-would sit down and open a can of oily sardines and some canned fresh
-bread with good butter on it. From twelve thirty until four he would
-read nine chapters of _War and Peace_. He took the book from the
-wreckage, and laid it where he might find it later. There was a book of
-T. S. Eliot's poetry, too. That might be nice.
-
-Supper would come at five-thirty and then from six until ten he
-would listen to the radio from Earth. There would be a couple of bad
-comedians telling jokes and a bad singer singing some song, and the
-latest news flashes, signing off at midnight with the UN anthem.
-
-After that?
-
-He felt sick.
-
-I'll play solitaire until dawn, he thought. I'll sit up and drink hot
-black coffee and play solitaire, no cheating, until sunrise.
-
-Ho ho, he thought.
-
-"What did you say?" he asked himself.
-
-"I said 'Ha ha'," he replied. "_Some_ time, you'll have to sleep."
-
-"I'm wide awake," he said.
-
-"Liar," he retorted, enjoying the conversation.
-
-"I feel fine," he said.
-
-"Hypocrite," he replied.
-
-"I'm not afraid of the night, or sleep, or anything," he said.
-
-"_Very_ funny," he said.
-
-He felt bad. He wanted to sleep. And the fact that he was afraid of
-sleep made him want to lie down all the more and shut his eyes and curl
-up. "Comfy-cozy?" asked his ironic censor.
-
-"I'll just walk and look at the rocks and the geological formations and
-think how good it is to be alive," he said.
-
-"Ye gods," cried his censor. "William Saroyan!"
-
-You'll go on, he thought, maybe one day, maybe one night, but what
-about the next night and the next, and the _next_? Can you stay awake
-_all_ that time, for six nights? Until the rescue ship comes? Are you
-_that_ good, _that_ strong?
-
-The answer was no.
-
-What are you afraid of? I don't know. Those voices. Those sounds. But
-they can't hurt you, can they?
-
-They _might_. You've got to face them some time. Must I? Brace up to
-it, old man. Chin up, and all that rot.
-
-He sat down on the hard ground. He felt very much like crying. He felt
-as if life was over and he was entering new and unknown territory. It
-was such a deceiving day, with the sun warm; physically, he felt able
-and well, one might fish on such a day as this, or pick flowers or kiss
-a woman or anything. But in the midst of a lovely day, what did one get?
-
-Death.
-
-Well, hardly _that_.
-
-Death, he insisted.
-
-He lay down and closed his eyes. He was tired of messing around.
-
-All right, he thought, if you _are_ death, come get me. I want to know
-what all this damned nonsense is about.
-
-Death came.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-_Eeeeeeeeeeeeee_, said a voice.
-
-Yes, I know, said Leonard Sale, lying there. But what else?
-
-_Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh_, said a voice.
-
-I know that, also, said Leonard Sale, irritably. He turned cold. His
-mouth hung open wildly.
-
-"I am Tylle of Rathalar, Killer of Men!"
-
-"I am Iorr of Wendillo, Destroyer of Infidels!"
-
-What is this place? asked Leonard Sale, struggling against horror.
-
-"Once a mighty planet!" said Tylle of Rathalar.
-
-"Once a place of battles!" said Iorr of Wendillo.
-
-"Now dead," said Tylle.
-
-"Now silent," said Iorr.
-
-"Until _you_ came," said Tylle.
-
-"To give us life again," said Iorr.
-
-You're dead, insisted Leonard Sale, flesh writhing. You're nothing but
-empty wind.
-
-"We live, through you."
-
-"And fight, through _you_!"
-
-So that's it, thought Leonard Sale. I'm to be a battleground, am I? Are
-you friends?
-
-"Enemies!" cried Iorr.
-
-"Foul enemies!" cried Tylle.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-Leonard smiled a rictal smile. He felt ghastly. How long have you
-waited? he demanded.
-
-"How long is _time_?" Ten thousand years? "Perhaps." Ten million years?
-"Perhaps."
-
-What are you? Thoughts, spirits, ghosts? "All of those, and more."
-Intelligences? "Precisely." How did you survive?
-
-_Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee_, sang the chorus, far away.
-
-_Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh_, sang another army, waiting to fight.
-
-"Once upon a time, this was fertile land, a rich planet. And there were
-two nations, strong nations, led by two strong men. I, Iorr. And he,
-that one who calls himself Tylle. And the planet declined and gave way
-to nothingness. The peoples and the armies languished in the midst of
-a great war which had lasted five thousand years. We lived long lives
-and loved long loves, drank much, slept much, fought much. And when
-the planet died, our bodies withered, and, only in time, and with much
-science, did we survive."
-
-Survive, wondered Leonard Sale. But there is nothing of you!
-
-"Our _minds_, fool, our _minds_! What is a body without a mind?"
-
-What is a mind without a _body_, laughed Leonard Sale. I've got you
-there. Admit it, I've _got_ you!
-
-"True," said the cruel voice. "One is useless lacking the other. But
-survival is survival even when unconscious. The minds of our nations,
-through science, through wonder, survived."
-
-But without senses, lacking eyes, ears, lacking touch, smell, and the
-rest? "Lacking all those, yes. We were vapors, merely. For a long time.
-Until today."
-
-And now I am here, thought Leonard Sale. "You are here," said the
-voice. "To give substance to our mentalities. To give us our needed
-body."
-
-I'm only one, thought Sale. "Nevertheless, you are of use."
-
-I'm an individual, thought Sale. I resent your intrusion.
-
-"He resents our intrusion! Did you hear him, Iorr? He resents!"
-
-"As if he had a right to resent!"
-
-Be careful, warned Sale. I'll blink my eyes and you'll be gone,
-phantoms! I'll wake up and rub you out!
-
-"But you'll have to sleep again, _some_ time!" cried Iorr. "And when
-you do, we'll be here, waiting, waiting, waiting. For you."
-
-What do you want? "Solidity. Mass. Sensation again." You can't _both_
-have it. "We'll fight that out between us."
-
-A hot clamp twisted his skull. It was as if a spike had been thrust and
-beaten down between the bivalvular halves of his brain.
-
-Now it was terribly clear. Horribly, magnificently clear. He was their
-universe. The world of his thoughts, his brain, his skull, divided into
-two camps, that of Iorr, that of Tylle. They were _using_ him!
-
-Pennants flung up on a pink mind sky! Brass shields caught the sun.
-Grey animals shifted and came rushing in bristling tides of sword and
-plume and trumpet.
-
-_Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!_ The rushing.
-
-_Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!_ The roaring.
-
-_Nowwwwwwwwww!_ the whirling.
-
-_Mmmmmmmmmmmmm_----
-
-Ten thousand men hurtled across the small hidden stage. Ten thousand
-men floated on the shellacked inner ball of his eye. Ten thousand
-javelins hissed between the small bone hulls of his head. Ten thousand
-jeweled guns exploded. Ten thousand voices chanted in his ears. Now
-his body was riven and extended, shaken and rolled, he was screaming,
-writhing, the plates of his skull threatened to burst asunder. The
-gabbling, the shrilling, as, across bone plains of mind and continent
-of inner marrow, through gullies of vein, down hills of artery, over
-rivers of melancholy, came armies and armies, one army, two armies,
-swords flashed in the sun, bearing down upon each other, fifty thousand
-minds snatching, scrabbling, cutting at him, demanding, using. In a
-moment, the hard collision, one army on another, the rush, the blood,
-the sound, the fury, the death, the insanity!
-
-Like cymbals, the armies struck!
-
-He leaped up, raving. He ran across the desert. He ran and ran and did
-not stop running.
-
-He sat down and cried. He sobbed until his lungs ached. He cried
-very hard and long. Tears ran down his cheeks and into his upraised,
-trembling fingers. "God, God, help me, oh God, help me," he said.
-
-All was normal again.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-It was four o'clock in the afternoon. The rocks were baked by the sun.
-He managed, after a time, to cook himself a few hot biscuits, which he
-ate with strawberry jam. He wiped his stained fingers on his shirt,
-blindly, trying not to think.
-
-"At least I know what I'm up against," he thought. "Oh, Lord, what a
-world. What an innocent looking world, and what a monster it really is.
-It's good no one ever explored it before. Or _did_ they?" He shook his
-aching head. Pity them, who ever crashed here before, if any ever did.
-Warm sun, hard rocks, not a sign of hostility. A lovely world.
-
-Until you shut your eyes and relaxed your mind.
-
-And the night and the voices and the insanity and the death padded in
-on soft feet.
-
-"I'm all right now, though," he said, proudly. "Look at that." He
-displayed his hand. By a supreme effort of will, it was no longer
-shaking. "I'll show you who in hell's ruler here," he announced to the
-innocent sky. "_I_ am." He tapped his chest.
-
-To think that _thought_ could live that long! A million years, perhaps,
-all these thoughts of death and disorder and conquest, lingering in the
-innocent but poisonous air of the planet, waiting for a real man to
-give them a channel through which they might issue again in all their
-senseless virulence.
-
-Now that he was feeling better, it was all silly. All I have to do,
-he thought, is stay awake six nights. They won't bother me that way.
-When I'm awake, I'm dominant. I'm stronger than those crazy monarchs
-and their silly tribes of sword-flingers and shield-bearers and
-horn-blowers. I'll stay awake.
-
-But _can_ you? he wondered. Six whole nights? Awake?
-
-There's coffee and medicine and books and cards.
-
-But I'm tired _now_, so tired, he thought. Can I hold out?
-
-Well, if not. There's always the gun.
-
-Where will these silly monarchs be if you put a bullet through their
-stage? All the world's a stage? No. _You_, Leonard Sale, are the small
-stage. And they the players. And what if you put a bullet through the
-wings, tearing down scenes, destroying curtains, ruining lines! Destroy
-the stage, the players, all, if they aren't careful!
-
-First of all, he must radio through to Marsport, again. If there was
-any way they could rush the rescue ship sooner, then maybe he could
-hang on. Anyway, he must warn them what sort of planet this was, this
-so innocent seeming spot of nightmare and fever vision--
-
-He tapped on the radio key for a minute. His mouth tightened. The radio
-was dead.
-
-It had sent through the proper rescue message, received a reply, and
-then extinguished itself.
-
-The proper touch of irony, he thought. There was only one thing to do.
-Draw a plan.
-
-This he did. He got a yellow pencil and delineated his six day plan of
-escape.
-
-Tonight, he wrote, read six more chapters of _War and Peace_. At four
-in the morning have hot black coffee. At four-fifteen take cards from
-pack and play ten games of solitaire. This should take until six-thirty
-when--more coffee. At seven o'clock, listen to early morning programs
-from Earth, if the receiving equipment on the radio works at all. Does
-it?
-
-He tried the radio receiver. It was dead.
-
-Well, he wrote, from seven o'clock until eight, sing all the songs you
-remember, make your own entertainment. From eight until nine think
-about Helen King. Remember Helen. On second thought, think about Helen
-right now.
-
-[Illustration: _Helen King_]
-
-He marked that out with his pencil.
-
-The rest of the days were set down in minute detail.
-
-He checked the medical kit. There were several packets of tablets that
-would keep you awake. One tablet an hour every hour for six days. He
-felt quite confident.
-
-"Here's mud in your evil eye, Iorr, Tylle!"
-
-He swallowed one of the stay-wake tablets with a scalding mouth of
-black coffee.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-Well, with one thing and another it was Tolstoy or Balzac, gin-rummy,
-coffee, tablets, walking, more Tolstoy, more Balzac, more gin-rummy,
-more solitaire. The first day passed, as did the second and the third.
-
-On the fourth day he lay quietly in the shade of a rock, counting to a
-thousand by fives, then by tens, to keep his mind occupied and awake.
-His eyes were so tired he had to bathe them frequently in cool water.
-He couldn't read, he was bothered with splitting headaches. He was so
-exhausted he couldn't move. He was numb with medicine. He resembled
-a waxen dummy, stuffed with things to preserve him in a state of
-horrified wakefulness. His eyes were glass, his tongue a rusted pike,
-his fingers felt as if they were gloved in needles and fur.
-
-He followed the hand of his watch. One second less to wait, he thought.
-Two seconds, three seconds, four, five, ten, thirty seconds. A whole
-minute. Now an hour less time to wait. Oh, ship, hurry on thy appointed
-round!
-
-He began to laugh softly.
-
-What would happen if he just gave up, drifted off into sleep? Sleep,
-ah, sleep; perchance to dream. All the world a stage.... What if he
-gave up the unequal struggle, lapsed down?
-
-_Eeeeeeeeeee_, the high, shrill warning sound of battle metal.
-
-He shivered. His tongue moved in his dry, burry mouth.
-
-Iorr and Tylle would battle out their ancient battle.
-
-Leonard Sale would become quite insane.
-
-And whichever won the battle, would take this ruin of an insane man,
-the shaking, laughing wild body, and wander it across the face of this
-world for ten, twenty years, occupying it, striding in it, pompous,
-holding court, making grand gestures, ordering heads severed, calling
-on inward unseen dancing girls. Leonard Sale, what remained of him,
-would be led off to some hidden cave, there to be infested with wars
-and worms of wars for twenty insane years, occupied and prostituted by
-old and outlandish thoughts.
-
-When the rescue ship arrived it would find nothing. Sale would be
-hidden somewhere by a triumphant army in his head. Hidden in some
-cleft of rock, placed there like a nest for Iorr to lie upon in evil
-occupation.
-
-The thought of it almost broke him in half.
-
-Twenty years of insanity. Twenty years of torture, doing what you don't
-want to do. Twenty years of wars raging and being split apart, twenty
-years of nausea and trembling.
-
-His head sank down between his knees. His eyes snapped and cracked and
-made soft noises. His eardrum popped tiredly.
-
-_Sleep, sleep_, sang soft sea voices.
-
-I'll--I'll make a proposition with you, listen, thought Leonard Sale.
-You, Iorr, you, too, Tylle! Iorr, you can occupy me on Mondays,
-Wednesdays and Fridays. Tylle, you can take me over on Sundays,
-Tuesdays and Saturdays. Thursday is maid's night out. Okay?
-
-_Eeeeeeeeeeeeee_, sang the sea tides, seething in his brain.
-
-_Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh_, sang the distant voices softly, soft.
-
-What'll you say, is it a _bargain_, Iorr, Tylle?
-
-_No_, said a voice.
-
-_No_, said another.
-
-Greedy, both of you, greedy! complained Sale. A pox on both your houses!
-
-He slept.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-He _was_ Iorr, jeweled rings on his hands. He arose beside his rocket
-and held out his fingers, commanding blind armies. He was Iorr, ancient
-ruler of jeweled warriors.
-
-He _was_ Tylle, lover of women, killer of dogs!
-
-With some hidden bit of awareness, his hand crept to the holster at his
-hip. The sleeping hand withdrew the gun there. The hand lifted, the gun
-pointed.
-
-The armies of Tylle and Iorr gave battle.
-
-The gun exploded.
-
-The bullet tore across Sale's forehead, wakening him.
-
-He stayed awake for another six hours, getting over his latest siege.
-He knew it to be hopeless now. He washed and bandaged the wound he had
-given himself. He wished he had aimed straighter and it was all over.
-He watched the sky. Two more days. Two more. Come on, ship, come on. He
-was heavy with sleeplessness.
-
-No use. At the end of six hours he was raving badly. He took the gun
-up and put it down and took it up again, put it against his head,
-tightened his hand on the trigger, changed his mind, looked at the sky
-again.
-
-Night settled. He tried to read, threw the book away. He tore it up and
-burned it, just to have something to do.
-
-So tired. In another hour, he decided. If nothing happens, I'll kill
-myself. This is for certain now. I'll _do_ it, this time.
-
-He got the gun ready and laid it on the ground next to himself.
-
-He was very calm now, though tired. It would be over and done. He would
-be dead.
-
-He watched the minute hand of his watch. One minute, five minutes,
-twenty-five minutes.
-
-The flame appeared on the sky.
-
-It was so unbelievable he started to cry. "A rocket," he said, standing
-up. "A rocket!" he cried, rubbing his eyes. He ran forward.
-
-The flame brightened, grew, came down.
-
-He waved frantically, running forward, leaving his gun, his supplies,
-everything behind. "You _see_ that, Iorr, Tylle! You savages, you
-monsters, I beat you! I _won_! They're coming to rescue me now! I've
-won, damn you."
-
-He laughed harshly at the rocks and the sky and the backs of his hands.
-
-The rocket landed. Leonard Sale stood swaying, waiting for the door to
-lid open.
-
-"Goodbye, Iorr, goodbye, Tylle!" he shouted in triumph, grinning, eyes
-hot.
-
-_Eeeeee_, sang a diminishing roar in time.
-
-_Ahhhhhh_, voices faded.
-
-The rocket flipped wide its air-lock. Two men jumped out.
-
-"Sale?" they called. "We're Ship ACDN13. Intercepted your SOS and
-decided to pick you up ourselves. The Marsport ship won't get through
-until day after tomorrow. We want a spot of rest ourselves. Thought
-it'd be good to spend the night here, pick you up, and go on."
-
-"No," said Sale, face melting with terror. "No spend night--"
-
-He couldn't talk. He fell to the ground.
-
-"Quick," said a voice, in the bleary vortex over him. "Give him a shot
-of food liquid, another of sedative. He needs sustenance and rest."
-
-"No rest!" screamed Sale.
-
-"Delirious," said one man softly.
-
-"No sleep!" screamed Sale.
-
-"There, there," said the man gently. A needle poked into Sale's arm.
-
-Sale thrashed. "No sleep, go!" he mouthed horribly. "Oh, go!"
-
-"Delirious," said one man. "Shock."
-
-"No _sedative_!" screamed Sale.
-
-The sedative flowed into him.
-
-_Eeeeeeeeeeee_, sang the ancient winds.
-
-_Ahhhhhhhhhhhh_, sang the ancient seas.
-
-"No sedative, no sleep, please, don't, don't, _don't_!" screamed Sale,
-trying to get up. "You don't--understand!"
-
-"Take it easy, old man, you're safe among us now, nothing to worry
-about," said the rescuer above him.
-
-Leonard Sale slept. The two men stood over him.
-
-As they watched, Sale's features changed violently. He groaned and
-cried and snarled in his sleep. His face was riven with emotion. It was
-the face of a saint, a sinner, a fiend, a monster, a darkness, a light,
-one, many, an army, a vacuum, all, all!
-
-He writhed in his sleep.
-
-_Eeeeeeeeee!_ the sound burst from his mouth. _Ahhhhhhhhhhh!_ he
-screamed.
-
-"What's wrong with him?" asked one of the two rescuers.
-
-"I don't know. More sedative?"
-
-"More sedative. Nerves. He needs more sleep."
-
-They stuck the needle in his arm. Sale writhed and spat and moaned.
-
-Then, suddenly, he was dead.
-
-He lay there, the two men over him. "What a shame," said one of them.
-"Can you figure that?"
-
-"Shock. Poor guy. What a pity." They covered his face. "Did you ever
-see a face like that?"
-
-"Totally insane."
-
-"Loneliness. Shock."
-
-"Yes. Lord, what an expression. I hope never to see a face like _that_
-again."
-
-"What a shame, waiting for us, and we arrive, and he dies anyway."
-
-They glanced around. "What shall we do? Shall we spend the night?"
-
-"Yes. It's good to be out of the ship."
-
-"We'll bury him first, of course."
-
-"Naturally."
-
-"And spend the night in the open, with good air, right? Good to be in
-the open again. After two weeks in that damned ship."
-
-"Right. I'll find a spot for him. You start supper, eh?"
-
-"Done."
-
-"Should be good sleeping tonight."
-
-"Fine, fine."
-
-They made a grave and said a word over it. They drank their evening
-coffee silently. They smelled the sweet air of the planet and looked at
-the lovely sky and the bright and beautiful stars.
-
-"What a night," they said, lying down.
-
-"Pleasant dreams," said one, rolling over.
-
-And the other replied, "Pleasant dreams."
-
-They slept.
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-
-<h1>Asleep in Armageddon</h1>
-
-<h2>By RAY BRADBURY</h2>
-
-<p>Avoid Planetoid 787. Lush and sunny, with fine<br />
-air and no dangerous beasts, it'll tempt you to<br />
-curve in for some nice solid-ground sleep. DON'T!</p>
-
-<p>[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from<br />
-Planet Stories Winter 1948.<br />
-Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that<br />
-the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p>You don't want death and you don't expect death. Something goes wrong,
-your rocket tilts in space, a planetoid jumps up, blackness, movement,
-hands over the eyes, a violent pulling back of available power in the
-fore-jets, the crash....</p>
-
-<p>The darkness. In the darkness, the senseless pain. In the pain, the
-nightmare.</p>
-
-<p>He was not unconscious.</p>
-
-<p><i>Your name?</i> asked hidden voices. <i>Sale</i>, he replied in whirling
-nausea. <i>Leonard Sale.</i> <i>Occupation</i>, cried the voices. <i>Spaceman!</i>
-he cried, alone in the night. <i>Welcome</i>, said the voices. <i>Welcome,
-welcome.</i> They faded.</p>
-
-<p>He stood up in the wreckage of his ship. It lay like a folded, tattered
-garment around him.</p>
-
-<p>The sun rose and it was morning.</p>
-
-<p>Sale pried himself out the small air-lock and stood breathing the
-atmosphere. Luck. Sheer luck. The air was breathable. An instant's
-checking showed him that he had two month's supply of food with him.
-Fine, fine! And this&mdash;he fingered at the wreckage. Miracle of miracles!
-The radio was intact.</p>
-
-<p>He stuttered out the message on the sending key. CRASHED ON PLANETOID
-787. SALE. SEND HELP. SALE. SEND HELP.</p>
-
-<p>The reply came instantly: HELLO, SALE. THIS IS ADDAMS IN MARSPORT.
-SENDING RESCUE SHIP LOGARITHM. WILL ARRIVE PLANETOID 787 IN SIX DAYS.
-HANG ON.</p>
-
-<p>Sale did a little dance.</p>
-
-<p>It was simple as that. One crashed. One had food. One radioed for help.
-Help came. <i>La!</i> He clapped his hands.</p>
-
-<p>The sun rose and was warm. He felt no sense of mortality. Six days
-would be no time at all. He would eat, he would read, he would sleep.
-He glanced at his surroundings. No dangerous animals; a tolerable
-oxygen supply. What more could one ask. Beans and bacon, was the
-answer. The happy smell of breakfast filled the air.</p>
-
-<p>After breakfast he smoked a cigarette slowly, deeply, blowing out. He
-nodded contentedly. What a life! Not a scratch on him. Luck. Sheer luck.</p>
-
-<p>His head nodded. Sleep, he thought.</p>
-
-<p>Good idea. Forty winks. Plenty of time to sleep, take it easy. Six
-whole long, luxurious days of idling and philosophizing. Sleep.</p>
-
-<p>He stretched himself out, tucked his arm under his head, and shut his
-eyes.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Insanity came in to take him. The voices whispered.</p>
-
-<p><i>Sleep, yes, sleep</i>, said the voices. <i>Ah, sleep, sleep.</i></p>
-
-<p>He opened his eyes. The voices stopped. Everything was normal. He
-shrugged. He shut his eyes casually, fitfully. He settled his long body.</p>
-
-<p><i>Eeeeeeeeeeee</i>, sang the voices, far away.</p>
-
-<p><i>Ahhhhhhhh</i>, sang the voices.</p>
-
-<p><i>Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep</i>, sang the voices.</p>
-
-<p><i>Die, die, die, die, die</i>, sang the voices.</p>
-
-<p><i>Ooooooooooooooo</i>, cried the voices.</p>
-
-<p><i>Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm</i>, a bee ran through his brain.</p>
-
-<p>He sat up. He shook his head. He put his hands to his ears. He blinked
-at the crashed ship. Hard metal. He felt the solid rock under his
-fingers. He saw the real sun warming the blue sky.</p>
-
-<p>Let's try sleeping on our back, he thought. He adjusted himself, lying
-back down. His watch ticked on his wrist. The blood burned in his veins.</p>
-
-<p><i>Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep</i>, sang the voices.</p>
-
-<p><i>Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</i>, sang the voices.</p>
-
-<p><i>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</i>, sang the voices.</p>
-
-<p><i>Die, die, die, die, die. Sleep, sleep, die, sleep, die, sleep, die!
-Oohhh. Ahhhhh. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!</i></p>
-
-<p>Blood tapped in his ears. The sound of the wind rising.</p>
-
-<p><i>Mine, mine</i>, said a voice. <i>Mine, mine, he's mine!</i></p>
-
-<p><i>No, mine, mine</i>, said another voice. <i>No, mine, mine; he's</i> mine!</p>
-
-<p><i>No, ours, ours</i>, sang ten voices. <i>Ours, ours, he's</i> ours!</p>
-
-<p>His fingers twitched. His jaws spasmed. His eyelids jerked.</p>
-
-<p><i>At last, at last</i>, sang a high voice. <i>Now, now. The long time, the
-waiting. Over, over</i>, sang the high voice. <i>Over, over at last!</i></p>
-
-<p>It was like being undersea. Green songs, green visions, green time.
-Bubbled voices drowning in deep liquors of sea tide. Far away choruses
-chanting senseless rhymes. Leonard Sale stirred in agony.</p>
-
-<p><i>Mine, mine</i>, cried a loud voice. <i>Mine, mine!</i> shrieked another.
-<i>Ours, ours!</i> shrieked the chorus.</p>
-
-<p>The din of metal, the crash of sword, the conflict, the battle, the
-fight, the war. All of it exploding, his mind fiercely torn apart!</p>
-
-<p><i>Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!</i></p>
-
-<p>He leaped up, screaming. The landscape melted and flowed.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-  <img src="images/illus1.jpg" alt=""/>
-  <div class="caption">
-    <p><i>He leaped up, raving. What was going on?</i></p>
-  </div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p>A voice said, "I am Tylle of Rathalar. Proud Tylle, Tylle of the Blood
-Mound and the Death Drum. Tylle of Rathalar, Killer of Men!"</p>
-
-<p>Another spoke, "I am Iorr of Wendillo, Wise Iorr, Destroyer of
-Infidels!"</p>
-
-<p>The chorus chanted. "And we the warriors, we the steel, we the
-warriors, we the red blood rushing, the red blood falling, the red
-blood steaming in the sun&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>Leonard Sale staggered under the burden. "Go away!" he cried. "Leave
-me, in God's name, leave me!"</p>
-
-<p><i>Eeeeeeeeeee</i>, shrieked the high sound of steel hot on steel.</p>
-
-<p>Silence.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>He stood with the sweat boiling out of him. He was trembling so
-violently he could not stand. Insane, he thought. Absolutely insane.
-Raving insane. Insane.</p>
-
-<p>He jerked the food kit open, did something to a chemical packet. Hot
-coffee was ready in an instant. He mouthed it, spilled gushes of it
-down his shirt. He shivered. He sucked in raw gulps of breath.</p>
-
-<p>Let's be logical, he thought, sitting down heavily. The coffee seared
-his tongue. No record of insanity in the family for two hundred years.
-All healthy, well-balanced. No reason for insanity now. Shock? Silly.
-No shock. I'm to be rescued in six days. No shock to that. No danger.
-Just an ordinary planetoid. Ordinary, ordinary place. No reason for
-insanity. I'm sane.</p>
-
-<p><i>Oh?</i> cried a small metal voice within. An echo. Fading.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes!" he cried, beating his fists together. "Sane!"</p>
-
-<p><i>Hahahahahahahahahah.</i> Somewhere a vanishing laughter.</p>
-
-<p>He whirled about. "Shut up, you!" he cried.</p>
-
-<p>We didn't say anything, said the mountains. We didn't say anything,
-said the sky. We didn't say anything, said the wreckage.</p>
-
-<p>"All right then," he said, swaying. "See that you don't."</p>
-
-<p>Everything was normal.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>The pebbles were getting hot. The sky was big and blue. He looked at
-his fingers and saw the way the sun burned on every black hair. He
-looked at his boots and the dust on them. Suddenly he felt very happy
-because he made a decision. I won't go to sleep, he thought. I'm having
-nightmares, so why sleep. There's your solution.</p>
-
-<p>He made a routine. From nine o'clock in the morning, which was this
-minute, until twelve, he would walk around and see the planetoid. He
-would write on a pad with a yellow pencil everything he saw. Then he
-would sit down and open a can of oily sardines and some canned fresh
-bread with good butter on it. From twelve thirty until four he would
-read nine chapters of <i>War and Peace</i>. He took the book from the
-wreckage, and laid it where he might find it later. There was a book of
-T. S. Eliot's poetry, too. That might be nice.</p>
-
-<p>Supper would come at five-thirty and then from six until ten he
-would listen to the radio from Earth. There would be a couple of bad
-comedians telling jokes and a bad singer singing some song, and the
-latest news flashes, signing off at midnight with the UN anthem.</p>
-
-<p>After that?</p>
-
-<p>He felt sick.</p>
-
-<p>I'll play solitaire until dawn, he thought. I'll sit up and drink hot
-black coffee and play solitaire, no cheating, until sunrise.</p>
-
-<p>Ho ho, he thought.</p>
-
-<p>"What did you say?" he asked himself.</p>
-
-<p>"I said 'Ha ha'," he replied. "<i>Some</i> time, you'll have to sleep."</p>
-
-<p>"I'm wide awake," he said.</p>
-
-<p>"Liar," he retorted, enjoying the conversation.</p>
-
-<p>"I feel fine," he said.</p>
-
-<p>"Hypocrite," he replied.</p>
-
-<p>"I'm not afraid of the night, or sleep, or anything," he said.</p>
-
-<p>"<i>Very</i> funny," he said.</p>
-
-<p>He felt bad. He wanted to sleep. And the fact that he was afraid of
-sleep made him want to lie down all the more and shut his eyes and curl
-up. "Comfy-cozy?" asked his ironic censor.</p>
-
-<p>"I'll just walk and look at the rocks and the geological formations and
-think how good it is to be alive," he said.</p>
-
-<p>"Ye gods," cried his censor. "William Saroyan!"</p>
-
-<p>You'll go on, he thought, maybe one day, maybe one night, but what
-about the next night and the next, and the <i>next</i>? Can you stay awake
-<i>all</i> that time, for six nights? Until the rescue ship comes? Are you
-<i>that</i> good, <i>that</i> strong?</p>
-
-<p>The answer was no.</p>
-
-<p>What are you afraid of? I don't know. Those voices. Those sounds. But
-they can't hurt you, can they?</p>
-
-<p>They <i>might</i>. You've got to face them some time. Must I? Brace up to
-it, old man. Chin up, and all that rot.</p>
-
-<p>He sat down on the hard ground. He felt very much like crying. He felt
-as if life was over and he was entering new and unknown territory. It
-was such a deceiving day, with the sun warm; physically, he felt able
-and well, one might fish on such a day as this, or pick flowers or kiss
-a woman or anything. But in the midst of a lovely day, what did one get?</p>
-
-<p>Death.</p>
-
-<p>Well, hardly <i>that</i>.</p>
-
-<p>Death, he insisted.</p>
-
-<p>He lay down and closed his eyes. He was tired of messing around.</p>
-
-<p>All right, he thought, if you <i>are</i> death, come get me. I want to know
-what all this damned nonsense is about.</p>
-
-<p>Death came.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p><i>Eeeeeeeeeeeeee</i>, said a voice.</p>
-
-<p>Yes, I know, said Leonard Sale, lying there. But what else?</p>
-
-<p><i>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</i>, said a voice.</p>
-
-<p>I know that, also, said Leonard Sale, irritably. He turned cold. His
-mouth hung open wildly.</p>
-
-<p>"I am Tylle of Rathalar, Killer of Men!"</p>
-
-<p>"I am Iorr of Wendillo, Destroyer of Infidels!"</p>
-
-<p>What is this place? asked Leonard Sale, struggling against horror.</p>
-
-<p>"Once a mighty planet!" said Tylle of Rathalar.</p>
-
-<p>"Once a place of battles!" said Iorr of Wendillo.</p>
-
-<p>"Now dead," said Tylle.</p>
-
-<p>"Now silent," said Iorr.</p>
-
-<p>"Until <i>you</i> came," said Tylle.</p>
-
-<p>"To give us life again," said Iorr.</p>
-
-<p>You're dead, insisted Leonard Sale, flesh writhing. You're nothing but
-empty wind.</p>
-
-<p>"We live, through you."</p>
-
-<p>"And fight, through <i>you</i>!"</p>
-
-<p>So that's it, thought Leonard Sale. I'm to be a battleground, am I? Are
-you friends?</p>
-
-<p>"Enemies!" cried Iorr.</p>
-
-<p>"Foul enemies!" cried Tylle.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Leonard smiled a rictal smile. He felt ghastly. How long have you
-waited? he demanded.</p>
-
-<p>"How long is <i>time</i>?" Ten thousand years? "Perhaps." Ten million years?
-"Perhaps."</p>
-
-<p>What are you? Thoughts, spirits, ghosts? "All of those, and more."
-Intelligences? "Precisely." How did you survive?</p>
-
-<p><i>Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</i>, sang the chorus, far away.</p>
-
-<p><i>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh</i>, sang another army, waiting to fight.</p>
-
-<p>"Once upon a time, this was fertile land, a rich planet. And there were
-two nations, strong nations, led by two strong men. I, Iorr. And he,
-that one who calls himself Tylle. And the planet declined and gave way
-to nothingness. The peoples and the armies languished in the midst of
-a great war which had lasted five thousand years. We lived long lives
-and loved long loves, drank much, slept much, fought much. And when
-the planet died, our bodies withered, and, only in time, and with much
-science, did we survive."</p>
-
-<p>Survive, wondered Leonard Sale. But there is nothing of you!</p>
-
-<p>"Our <i>minds</i>, fool, our <i>minds</i>! What is a body without a mind?"</p>
-
-<p>What is a mind without a <i>body</i>, laughed Leonard Sale. I've got you
-there. Admit it, I've <i>got</i> you!</p>
-
-<p>"True," said the cruel voice. "One is useless lacking the other. But
-survival is survival even when unconscious. The minds of our nations,
-through science, through wonder, survived."</p>
-
-<p>But without senses, lacking eyes, ears, lacking touch, smell, and the
-rest? "Lacking all those, yes. We were vapors, merely. For a long time.
-Until today."</p>
-
-<p>And now I am here, thought Leonard Sale. "You are here," said the
-voice. "To give substance to our mentalities. To give us our needed
-body."</p>
-
-<p>I'm only one, thought Sale. "Nevertheless, you are of use."</p>
-
-<p>I'm an individual, thought Sale. I resent your intrusion.</p>
-
-<p>"He resents our intrusion! Did you hear him, Iorr? He resents!"</p>
-
-<p>"As if he had a right to resent!"</p>
-
-<p>Be careful, warned Sale. I'll blink my eyes and you'll be gone,
-phantoms! I'll wake up and rub you out!</p>
-
-<p>"But you'll have to sleep again, <i>some</i> time!" cried Iorr. "And when
-you do, we'll be here, waiting, waiting, waiting. For you."</p>
-
-<p>What do you want? "Solidity. Mass. Sensation again." You can't <i>both</i>
-have it. "We'll fight that out between us."</p>
-
-<p>A hot clamp twisted his skull. It was as if a spike had been thrust and
-beaten down between the bivalvular halves of his brain.</p>
-
-<p>Now it was terribly clear. Horribly, magnificently clear. He was their
-universe. The world of his thoughts, his brain, his skull, divided into
-two camps, that of Iorr, that of Tylle. They were <i>using</i> him!</p>
-
-<p>Pennants flung up on a pink mind sky! Brass shields caught the sun.
-Grey animals shifted and came rushing in bristling tides of sword and
-plume and trumpet.</p>
-
-<p><i>Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!</i> The rushing.</p>
-
-<p><i>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!</i> The roaring.</p>
-
-<p><i>Nowwwwwwwwww!</i> the whirling.</p>
-
-<p><i>Mmmmmmmmmmmmm</i>&mdash;&mdash;</p>
-
-<p>Ten thousand men hurtled across the small hidden stage. Ten thousand
-men floated on the shellacked inner ball of his eye. Ten thousand
-javelins hissed between the small bone hulls of his head. Ten thousand
-jeweled guns exploded. Ten thousand voices chanted in his ears. Now
-his body was riven and extended, shaken and rolled, he was screaming,
-writhing, the plates of his skull threatened to burst asunder. The
-gabbling, the shrilling, as, across bone plains of mind and continent
-of inner marrow, through gullies of vein, down hills of artery, over
-rivers of melancholy, came armies and armies, one army, two armies,
-swords flashed in the sun, bearing down upon each other, fifty thousand
-minds snatching, scrabbling, cutting at him, demanding, using. In a
-moment, the hard collision, one army on another, the rush, the blood,
-the sound, the fury, the death, the insanity!</p>
-
-<p>Like cymbals, the armies struck!</p>
-
-<p>He leaped up, raving. He ran across the desert. He ran and ran and did
-not stop running.</p>
-
-<p>He sat down and cried. He sobbed until his lungs ached. He cried
-very hard and long. Tears ran down his cheeks and into his upraised,
-trembling fingers. "God, God, help me, oh God, help me," he said.</p>
-
-<p>All was normal again.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>It was four o'clock in the afternoon. The rocks were baked by the sun.
-He managed, after a time, to cook himself a few hot biscuits, which he
-ate with strawberry jam. He wiped his stained fingers on his shirt,
-blindly, trying not to think.</p>
-
-<p>"At least I know what I'm up against," he thought. "Oh, Lord, what a
-world. What an innocent looking world, and what a monster it really is.
-It's good no one ever explored it before. Or <i>did</i> they?" He shook his
-aching head. Pity them, who ever crashed here before, if any ever did.
-Warm sun, hard rocks, not a sign of hostility. A lovely world.</p>
-
-<p>Until you shut your eyes and relaxed your mind.</p>
-
-<p>And the night and the voices and the insanity and the death padded in
-on soft feet.</p>
-
-<p>"I'm all right now, though," he said, proudly. "Look at that." He
-displayed his hand. By a supreme effort of will, it was no longer
-shaking. "I'll show you who in hell's ruler here," he announced to the
-innocent sky. "<i>I</i> am." He tapped his chest.</p>
-
-<p>To think that <i>thought</i> could live that long! A million years, perhaps,
-all these thoughts of death and disorder and conquest, lingering in the
-innocent but poisonous air of the planet, waiting for a real man to
-give them a channel through which they might issue again in all their
-senseless virulence.</p>
-
-<p>Now that he was feeling better, it was all silly. All I have to do,
-he thought, is stay awake six nights. They won't bother me that way.
-When I'm awake, I'm dominant. I'm stronger than those crazy monarchs
-and their silly tribes of sword-flingers and shield-bearers and
-horn-blowers. I'll stay awake.</p>
-
-<p>But <i>can</i> you? he wondered. Six whole nights? Awake?</p>
-
-<p>There's coffee and medicine and books and cards.</p>
-
-<p>But I'm tired <i>now</i>, so tired, he thought. Can I hold out?</p>
-
-<p>Well, if not. There's always the gun.</p>
-
-<p>Where will these silly monarchs be if you put a bullet through their
-stage? All the world's a stage? No. <i>You</i>, Leonard Sale, are the small
-stage. And they the players. And what if you put a bullet through the
-wings, tearing down scenes, destroying curtains, ruining lines! Destroy
-the stage, the players, all, if they aren't careful!</p>
-
-<p>First of all, he must radio through to Marsport, again. If there was
-any way they could rush the rescue ship sooner, then maybe he could
-hang on. Anyway, he must warn them what sort of planet this was, this
-so innocent seeming spot of nightmare and fever vision&mdash;</p>
-
-<p>He tapped on the radio key for a minute. His mouth tightened. The radio
-was dead.</p>
-
-<p>It had sent through the proper rescue message, received a reply, and
-then extinguished itself.</p>
-
-<p>The proper touch of irony, he thought. There was only one thing to do.
-Draw a plan.</p>
-
-<p>This he did. He got a yellow pencil and delineated his six day plan of
-escape.</p>
-
-<p>Tonight, he wrote, read six more chapters of <i>War and Peace</i>. At four
-in the morning have hot black coffee. At four-fifteen take cards from
-pack and play ten games of solitaire. This should take until six-thirty
-when&mdash;more coffee. At seven o'clock, listen to early morning programs
-from Earth, if the receiving equipment on the radio works at all. Does
-it?</p>
-
-<p>He tried the radio receiver. It was dead.</p>
-
-<p>Well, he wrote, from seven o'clock until eight, sing all the songs you
-remember, make your own entertainment. From eight until nine think
-about Helen King. Remember Helen. On second thought, think about Helen
-right now.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-  <img src="images/illus2.jpg" alt=""/>
-  <div class="caption">
-    <p><i>Helen King</i></p>
-  </div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p>He marked that out with his pencil.</p>
-
-<p>The rest of the days were set down in minute detail.</p>
-
-<p>He checked the medical kit. There were several packets of tablets that
-would keep you awake. One tablet an hour every hour for six days. He
-felt quite confident.</p>
-
-<p>"Here's mud in your evil eye, Iorr, Tylle!"</p>
-
-<p>He swallowed one of the stay-wake tablets with a scalding mouth of
-black coffee.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Well, with one thing and another it was Tolstoy or Balzac, gin-rummy,
-coffee, tablets, walking, more Tolstoy, more Balzac, more gin-rummy,
-more solitaire. The first day passed, as did the second and the third.</p>
-
-<p>On the fourth day he lay quietly in the shade of a rock, counting to a
-thousand by fives, then by tens, to keep his mind occupied and awake.
-His eyes were so tired he had to bathe them frequently in cool water.
-He couldn't read, he was bothered with splitting headaches. He was so
-exhausted he couldn't move. He was numb with medicine. He resembled
-a waxen dummy, stuffed with things to preserve him in a state of
-horrified wakefulness. His eyes were glass, his tongue a rusted pike,
-his fingers felt as if they were gloved in needles and fur.</p>
-
-<p>He followed the hand of his watch. One second less to wait, he thought.
-Two seconds, three seconds, four, five, ten, thirty seconds. A whole
-minute. Now an hour less time to wait. Oh, ship, hurry on thy appointed
-round!</p>
-
-<p>He began to laugh softly.</p>
-
-<p>What would happen if he just gave up, drifted off into sleep? Sleep,
-ah, sleep; perchance to dream. All the world a stage.... What if he
-gave up the unequal struggle, lapsed down?</p>
-
-<p><i>Eeeeeeeeeee</i>, the high, shrill warning sound of battle metal.</p>
-
-<p>He shivered. His tongue moved in his dry, burry mouth.</p>
-
-<p>Iorr and Tylle would battle out their ancient battle.</p>
-
-<p>Leonard Sale would become quite insane.</p>
-
-<p>And whichever won the battle, would take this ruin of an insane man,
-the shaking, laughing wild body, and wander it across the face of this
-world for ten, twenty years, occupying it, striding in it, pompous,
-holding court, making grand gestures, ordering heads severed, calling
-on inward unseen dancing girls. Leonard Sale, what remained of him,
-would be led off to some hidden cave, there to be infested with wars
-and worms of wars for twenty insane years, occupied and prostituted by
-old and outlandish thoughts.</p>
-
-<p>When the rescue ship arrived it would find nothing. Sale would be
-hidden somewhere by a triumphant army in his head. Hidden in some
-cleft of rock, placed there like a nest for Iorr to lie upon in evil
-occupation.</p>
-
-<p>The thought of it almost broke him in half.</p>
-
-<p>Twenty years of insanity. Twenty years of torture, doing what you don't
-want to do. Twenty years of wars raging and being split apart, twenty
-years of nausea and trembling.</p>
-
-<p>His head sank down between his knees. His eyes snapped and cracked and
-made soft noises. His eardrum popped tiredly.</p>
-
-<p><i>Sleep, sleep</i>, sang soft sea voices.</p>
-
-<p>I'll&mdash;I'll make a proposition with you, listen, thought Leonard Sale.
-You, Iorr, you, too, Tylle! Iorr, you can occupy me on Mondays,
-Wednesdays and Fridays. Tylle, you can take me over on Sundays,
-Tuesdays and Saturdays. Thursday is maid's night out. Okay?</p>
-
-<p><i>Eeeeeeeeeeeeee</i>, sang the sea tides, seething in his brain.</p>
-
-<p><i>Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</i>, sang the distant voices softly, soft.</p>
-
-<p>What'll you say, is it a <i>bargain</i>, Iorr, Tylle?</p>
-
-<p><i>No</i>, said a voice.</p>
-
-<p><i>No</i>, said another.</p>
-
-<p>Greedy, both of you, greedy! complained Sale. A pox on both your houses!</p>
-
-<p>He slept.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>He <i>was</i> Iorr, jeweled rings on his hands. He arose beside his rocket
-and held out his fingers, commanding blind armies. He was Iorr, ancient
-ruler of jeweled warriors.</p>
-
-<p>He <i>was</i> Tylle, lover of women, killer of dogs!</p>
-
-<p>With some hidden bit of awareness, his hand crept to the holster at his
-hip. The sleeping hand withdrew the gun there. The hand lifted, the gun
-pointed.</p>
-
-<p>The armies of Tylle and Iorr gave battle.</p>
-
-<p>The gun exploded.</p>
-
-<p>The bullet tore across Sale's forehead, wakening him.</p>
-
-<p>He stayed awake for another six hours, getting over his latest siege.
-He knew it to be hopeless now. He washed and bandaged the wound he had
-given himself. He wished he had aimed straighter and it was all over.
-He watched the sky. Two more days. Two more. Come on, ship, come on. He
-was heavy with sleeplessness.</p>
-
-<p>No use. At the end of six hours he was raving badly. He took the gun
-up and put it down and took it up again, put it against his head,
-tightened his hand on the trigger, changed his mind, looked at the sky
-again.</p>
-
-<p>Night settled. He tried to read, threw the book away. He tore it up and
-burned it, just to have something to do.</p>
-
-<p>So tired. In another hour, he decided. If nothing happens, I'll kill
-myself. This is for certain now. I'll <i>do</i> it, this time.</p>
-
-<p>He got the gun ready and laid it on the ground next to himself.</p>
-
-<p>He was very calm now, though tired. It would be over and done. He would
-be dead.</p>
-
-<p>He watched the minute hand of his watch. One minute, five minutes,
-twenty-five minutes.</p>
-
-<p>The flame appeared on the sky.</p>
-
-<p>It was so unbelievable he started to cry. "A rocket," he said, standing
-up. "A rocket!" he cried, rubbing his eyes. He ran forward.</p>
-
-<p>The flame brightened, grew, came down.</p>
-
-<p>He waved frantically, running forward, leaving his gun, his supplies,
-everything behind. "You <i>see</i> that, Iorr, Tylle! You savages, you
-monsters, I beat you! I <i>won</i>! They're coming to rescue me now! I've
-won, damn you."</p>
-
-<p>He laughed harshly at the rocks and the sky and the backs of his hands.</p>
-
-<p>The rocket landed. Leonard Sale stood swaying, waiting for the door to
-lid open.</p>
-
-<p>"Goodbye, Iorr, goodbye, Tylle!" he shouted in triumph, grinning, eyes
-hot.</p>
-
-<p><i>Eeeeee</i>, sang a diminishing roar in time.</p>
-
-<p><i>Ahhhhhh</i>, voices faded.</p>
-
-<p>The rocket flipped wide its air-lock. Two men jumped out.</p>
-
-<p>"Sale?" they called. "We're Ship ACDN13. Intercepted your SOS and
-decided to pick you up ourselves. The Marsport ship won't get through
-until day after tomorrow. We want a spot of rest ourselves. Thought
-it'd be good to spend the night here, pick you up, and go on."</p>
-
-<p>"No," said Sale, face melting with terror. "No spend night&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>He couldn't talk. He fell to the ground.</p>
-
-<p>"Quick," said a voice, in the bleary vortex over him. "Give him a shot
-of food liquid, another of sedative. He needs sustenance and rest."</p>
-
-<p>"No rest!" screamed Sale.</p>
-
-<p>"Delirious," said one man softly.</p>
-
-<p>"No sleep!" screamed Sale.</p>
-
-<p>"There, there," said the man gently. A needle poked into Sale's arm.</p>
-
-<p>Sale thrashed. "No sleep, go!" he mouthed horribly. "Oh, go!"</p>
-
-<p>"Delirious," said one man. "Shock."</p>
-
-<p>"No <i>sedative</i>!" screamed Sale.</p>
-
-<p>The sedative flowed into him.</p>
-
-<p><i>Eeeeeeeeeeee</i>, sang the ancient winds.</p>
-
-<p><i>Ahhhhhhhhhhhh</i>, sang the ancient seas.</p>
-
-<p>"No sedative, no sleep, please, don't, don't, <i>don't</i>!" screamed Sale,
-trying to get up. "You don't&mdash;understand!"</p>
-
-<p>"Take it easy, old man, you're safe among us now, nothing to worry
-about," said the rescuer above him.</p>
-
-<p>Leonard Sale slept. The two men stood over him.</p>
-
-<p>As they watched, Sale's features changed violently. He groaned and
-cried and snarled in his sleep. His face was riven with emotion. It was
-the face of a saint, a sinner, a fiend, a monster, a darkness, a light,
-one, many, an army, a vacuum, all, all!</p>
-
-<p>He writhed in his sleep.</p>
-
-<p><i>Eeeeeeeeee!</i> the sound burst from his mouth. <i>Ahhhhhhhhhhh!</i> he
-screamed.</p>
-
-<p>"What's wrong with him?" asked one of the two rescuers.</p>
-
-<p>"I don't know. More sedative?"</p>
-
-<p>"More sedative. Nerves. He needs more sleep."</p>
-
-<p>They stuck the needle in his arm. Sale writhed and spat and moaned.</p>
-
-<p>Then, suddenly, he was dead.</p>
-
-<p>He lay there, the two men over him. "What a shame," said one of them.
-"Can you figure that?"</p>
-
-<p>"Shock. Poor guy. What a pity." They covered his face. "Did you ever
-see a face like that?"</p>
-
-<p>"Totally insane."</p>
-
-<p>"Loneliness. Shock."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes. Lord, what an expression. I hope never to see a face like <i>that</i>
-again."</p>
-
-<p>"What a shame, waiting for us, and we arrive, and he dies anyway."</p>
-
-<p>They glanced around. "What shall we do? Shall we spend the night?"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes. It's good to be out of the ship."</p>
-
-<p>"We'll bury him first, of course."</p>
-
-<p>"Naturally."</p>
-
-<p>"And spend the night in the open, with good air, right? Good to be in
-the open again. After two weeks in that damned ship."</p>
-
-<p>"Right. I'll find a spot for him. You start supper, eh?"</p>
-
-<p>"Done."</p>
-
-<p>"Should be good sleeping tonight."</p>
-
-<p>"Fine, fine."</p>
-
-<p>They made a grave and said a word over it. They drank their evening
-coffee silently. They smelled the sweet air of the planet and looked at
-the lovely sky and the bright and beautiful stars.</p>
-
-<p>"What a night," they said, lying down.</p>
-
-<p>"Pleasant dreams," said one, rolling over.</p>
-
-<p>And the other replied, "Pleasant dreams."</p>
-
-<p>They slept.</p>
-
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