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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Jonah of the Jove-Run - -Author: Ray Bradbury - -Release Date: January 29, 2021 [eBook #64420] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JONAH OF THE JOVE-RUN *** - - - - - Jonah of the Jove-Run - - By RAY BRADBURY - - They hated this little beat-up old guy. Even - if his crazy cosmic brain could track a - meteor clear across the Galaxy, why did he - have to smash the super-sensitive detectors? - - [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from - Planet Stories Spring 1948. - Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that - the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] - - -Nibley stood in the changing shadows and sounds of Marsport, watching -the great supply ship TERRA being entered and left by a number of -officials and mechanics. Something had happened. Something was wrong. -There were a lot of hard faces and not much talk. There was a bit of -swearing and everybody looked up at the night sky of Mars, waiting. - -But nobody came to Nibley for his opinion or his help. He stood there, -a very old man, with a slack-gummed face and eyes like the little -bubbly stalks of crayfish looking up at you from a clear creek. He -stood there fully neglected. He stood there and talked to himself. - -"They don't want me, or need me," he said. "Machines are better, -nowadays. Why should they want an old man like me with a taste for -Martian liquor? They shouldn't! A machine isn't old and foolish, and -doesn't get drunk!" - -Way out over the dead sea bottoms, Nibley sensed something moving. Part -of himself was suddenly awake and sensitive. His small sharp eyes moved -in his withered face. Something inside of his small skull reacted and -he shivered. He _knew_. He knew that what these men were watching and -waiting for would never come. - -Nibley edged up to one of the astrogators from the TERRA. He touched -him on the shoulder. "Say," he said. "I'm busy," said the astrogator. -"I know," said Nibley, "but if you're waiting for that small repair -rocket to come through with the extra auxiliary asteroid computator on -it, you're wasting your time." - -"Like hell," said the astrogator, glaring at the old man. "That repair -rocket's got to come through, and quick; we need it. It'll get here." - -"No, it won't," said Nibley, sadly, and shook his head and closed his -eyes. "It just crashed, a second ago, out on the dead sea bottom. -I--_felt_--it crash. I sensed it going down. It'll never come through." - -"Go away, old man," said the astrogator. "I don't want to hear that -kind of talk. It'll come through. Sure, sure, it has to come through." -The astrogator turned away and looked at the sky, smoking a cigarette. - -"I know it as a fact," said Nibley, but the young astrogator wouldn't -listen. He didn't want to hear the truth. The truth was not a pleasant -thing. Nibley went on, to himself. "I know it for a fact, just like -I was always able to know the course of meteors with my mind, or the -orbits or parabolas of asteroids. I tell you--" - -The men stood around waiting and smoking. They didn't know yet about -the crash out there. Nibley felt a great sorrow rise in himself for -them. That ship meant a great deal to them and now it had crashed. -Perhaps their lives had crashed with it. - -A loud speaker on the outer area of the landing tarmac opened out with -a voice: "Attention, crew of the Terra. The repair ship just radioed in -a report that it has been fired upon from somewhere over the dead seas. -It crashed a minute ago." - -The report was so sudden and quiet and matter-of-fact that the standing -smoking men did not for a moment understand it. - -Then, each in his own way, they reacted to it. Some of them ran for -the radio building to verify the report. Others sat down and put their -hands over their faces. Still more of them stood staring at the sky as -if staring might put the repair ship back together again and get it -here safe and intact. Instinctively, at last, all of them looked up at -the sky. - -Jupiter was there, with its coterie of moons, bright and far away. -Part of their lives lived on Jupiter. Most of them had children and -wives there and certain duties to perform to insure the longevity -of said children and wives. Now, with the speaking of a few words -over a loudspeaker, the distance to Jupiter was suddenly an immense -impossibility. - -The captain of the Rocket Terra walked across the field slowly. He -stopped several times to try and light a cigarette, but the night wind -blew it out. He stood in the rocket shadow and looked up at Jupiter and -swore quietly, again and again and finally threw down his cigarette and -heeled it with his shoe. - -Nibley walked up and stood beside the captain. - -"Captain Kroll...." - -Kroll turned. "Oh, hello, Grandpa--" - -"Tough luck." - -"Yeah. Yeah. I guess that's what you'd call it. Tough luck." - -"You're going to take off anyway, Captain?" - -"Sure," said Kroll quietly, looking at the sky. "Sure." - -"How's the protective computator on board your ship?" - -"Not so hot. Bad, in fact. It might conk out before we get half way -through the asteroids." - -"That's not good," said Nibley. - -"It's lousy. I feel sick. I need a drink. I wish I was dead. I wish -we'd never started this damned business of being damned pioneers. My -family's up there!" He jerked his hand half way to Jupiter, violently. -He settled down and tried to light another cigarette. No go. He threw -it down after the other. - -"Can't get through the asteroids without an asteroid computator to -protect you, without that old radar set-up, captain," said Nibley, -blinking wetly. He shuffled his small feet around in the red dust. - -"We had an auxiliary computator on that repair ship coming from Earth," -said Kroll, standing there. "And it had to crash." - -"The Martians shoot it down, you think?" - -"Sure. They don't like us going up to Jupiter. They got claims there, -too. They'd like to see our colony die out. Best way to kill a colony -is starve the colony. Starve the people. That means my family and lots -of families. Then when you starve out the families the Martians can -step in and take over, damn their filthy souls!" - - * * * * * - -Kroll fell silent. Nibley shifted around. He walked around in front of -Kroll so Kroll would see him. "Captain?" - -Kroll didn't even look at him. - -Nibley said, "Maybe I can help." - -"You?" - -"You heard about me, captain! You heard about me." - -"What about you?" - -"You can't wait a month for another auxiliary computator to come -through from Earth. You got to push off tonight, to Jupiter, to get to -your family and the colony and all that, captain, sure!" Nibley was -hasty, he sort of fidgeted around, his voice high, and excited. "An' if -your only computator conks out in the middle of the asteroids, well, -you know what that means. Bang! No more ship! No more you. No more -colony on Jupiter! Now, you know about me, my ability, you know, you -heard." - -Kroll was cool and quiet and far away. "I heard about you, old man. I -heard lots. They say you got a funny brain and do things machines can't -do. I don't know. I don't like the idea." - -"But you got to like the idea, captain. I'm the only one can help you -now!" - -"I don't trust you. I heard about your drinking that time and wrecking -that ship. I remember that." - -"But I'm not drinking now. See. Smell my breath, go ahead! You see?" - -Kroll stood there. He looked at the ship and he looked at the sky and -then at Nibley. Finally he sighed. "Old man, I'm leaving right now. I -might just as well take you along as leave you. You might do some good. -What can I lose?" - -"Not a damned thing, Captain, and you won't be sorry," cried Nibley. - -"Step lively, then!" - -They went to the Rocket, Kroll running, Nibley hobbling along after. - -Trembling excitedly, Nibley stumbled into the Rocket. Everything had a -hot mist over it. First time on a rocket in--ten years, by god. Good. -Good to be aboard again. He smelled it. It smelled fine. It felt fine. -Oh, it was very fine indeed. First time since that trouble he got into -off the planet Venus ... he brushed that thought away. That was over -and past. - -He followed Kroll up through the ship to a small room in the prow. - -Men ran up and down the rungs. Men who had families out there on -Jupiter and were willing to go through the asteroids with a faulty -radar set-up to reach those families and bring them the necessary cargo -of machinery and food they needed to go on. - -Out of a warm mist, old Nibley heard himself being introduced to a -third man in the small room. - -"Douglas, this is Nibley, our auxiliary computating machine." - -"A poor time for joking, Captain." - -"It's no joke," cried Nibley. "Here I am." - -Douglas eyed Nibley with a very cold and exact eye. "No," he said. "No. -I can't use him. I'm computant-mechanic." - -"And I'm captain," said Kroll. - -Douglas looked at Kroll. "We'll shove through to Jupiter with just our -leaky set of radar-computators; that's the way it'll have to be. If -we're wrecked halfway, well, we're wrecked. But I'll be damned if I go -along with a decrepit son-of-a-witch-doctor!" - -Nibley's eyes watered. He sucked in on himself. There was a pain round -his heart and he was suddenly chilled. - -Kroll started to speak, but a gong rattled and banged and a voice -shouted, "Stations! Gunners up! Hammocks! Takeoff!" - -"_Takeoff!_" - -"Stay here!" Kroll snapped it at the old man. He leaped away and down -the rungs of the ladder, leaving Nibley alone in the broad shadow -of the bitter-eyed Douglas. Douglas looked him up and down in surly -contempt. "So you know arcs, parabolas and orbits as good as my -machines, do you?" - -Nibley nodded, angry now that Kroll was gone: - -"Machines," shrilled Nibley. "Can't do everything! They ain't got no -intuition. Can't understand sabotage and hatreds and arguments. Or -people. Machines're too damn slow!" - -Douglas lidded his eyes. "You--_you're_ faster?" - -"I'm faster," said Nibley. - -Douglas flicked his cigarette toward a wall-disposal slot. - -"Predict that orbit!" - -Nibley's eyes jerked. "Gonna miss it!" - -The cigarette lay smouldering on the deck. - -Douglas scowled at the cigarette. - -Nibley made wheezy laughter. He minced to his shock-hammock, zipped -into it. "Not bad, not bad, eh?" - -The ship rumbled. - -Angrily, Douglas snatched up the cigarette, carried it to his own -hammock, rolled in, zipped the zipper, then, deliberately, he flicked -the cigarette once more. It flew. - -"Another miss," predicted Nibley. - -Douglas was still glaring at the floored cigarette when the Rocket -burst gravity and shot up into space toward the asteroids. - - * * * * * - -Mars dwindled into the sun. Asteroids swept silently down the -star-tracks, all metal, all invisible, shifting and shifting to harry -the Rocket-- - -Nibley sprawled by the great thick visiport feeling the computators -giving him competition under the floor in the level below, predicting -meteors and correcting the Terra's course accordingly. - -Douglas stood behind Nibley, stiff and quiet. Since he was -computant-mechanic, Nibley was his charge. He was to protect Nibley -from harm. Kroll had said so. Douglas didn't like it at all. - -Nibley was feeling fine. It was like the old days. It was good. He -laughed. He waved at nothing outside the port. "Hi, there!" he called. -"Meteor," he explained in an aside to Douglas. "You see it?" - -"Lives at stake and you sit there playing." - -"Nope. Not playin'. Just warmin' up. I can see 'em beatin' like hell -all up and down the line, son. God's truth." - -"Kroll's a damned fool," said Douglas. "Sure, you had a few lucky -breaks in the old days before they built a good computator. A few lucky -breaks and you lived off them. Your day's done." - -"I'm _still_ good." - -"How about the time you swilled a quart of rot-gut and almost killed a -cargo of civilian tourists? I heard about that. All I have to say is -one word and your ears'd twitch. Whiskey." - -At the word, saliva ran alarmingly in Nibley's mouth. He swallowed -guiltily. Douglas, snorting, turned and started from the room. Nibley -grabbed a monkey-wrench on impulse, heaved it. The wrench hit the wall -and fell down. Nibley wheezed, "Wrench got an orbit like everything. -Fair bit of computation I did. One point over and I'd have flanked that -crumb!" - -There was silence now, as he hobbled back and sat wearily to stare -into the stars. He felt all of the ship's men around him. Vague warm -electrical stirrings of fear, hope, dismay, exhaustion. All their -orbits coming into a parallel trajectory now. All living in the same -path with him. And the asteroids smashed down with an increasing -swiftness. In a very few hours the main body of missiles would be -encountered. - -Now, as he stared into space he felt a dark orbit coming into -conjunction with his own. It was an unpleasant orbit. One that touched -him with fear. It drew closer. It was dark. It was very close now. - -A moment later a tall man in a black uniform climbed the rungs from -below and stood looking at Nibley. - -"I'm Bruno," he said. He was a nervous fellow, and kept looking around, -looking around, at the walls, the deck, at Nibley. "I'm food specialist -on board. How come you're up here? Come down to mess later. Join me in -a game of Martian chess." - -Nibley said, "I'd beat the hell out of you. Wouldn't pay. It's against -orders for me to be down below, anyways." - -"How come?" - -"Never you never mind. Got things to do up here. I _notice_ things. -I'm chartin' a special course in a special way. Even Captain Kroll -don't know _every_ reason why I'm makin' this trip. Got my own personal -reasons. I see 'em comin' and goin', and I got their orbits picked neat -and dandy. Meteors, planets _and_ men. Why, let me tell you--" - -Bruno tensed somewhat forward. His face was a little too interested. -Nibley didn't like the feel of the man. He was off-trajectory. -He--smelled--funny. He _felt_ funny. - -Nibley shut up. "Nice day," he said. - -"Go ahead," said Bruno. "You were saying?" - -Douglas stepped up the rungs. Bruno cut it short, saluted Douglas, and -left. - -Douglas watched him go, coldly. "What'd Bruno want?" he asked of the -old man. "Captain's orders, you're to see _nobody_." - -Nibley's wrinkles made a smile. "Watch that guy Bruno. I got his orbit -fixed all round and arced. I see him goin' now, and I see him reachin' -aphelion and I see him comin' back." - -Douglas pulled his lip. "You think Bruno might be working for the -Martian industrial _clique_? If I thought he had anything to do with -stopping us from getting to the Jovian colony--" - -"He'll be back," said Nibley. "Just before we reach the _heavy_ -Asteroid Belt. Wait and see." - -The ship swerved. The computators had just dodged a meteor. Douglas -smiled. That griped Nibley. The machines were stealing his feathers. -Nibley paused and closed his eyes. - -"Here come two more meteors! I beat the machine this time!" - -They waited. The ship swerved, twice. - -"Damn it," said Douglas. - - * * * * * - -Two hours passed. "It got lonely upstairs," said Nibley apologetically. - -Captain Kroll glanced nervously up from the mess-table where he and -twelve other men sat. Williams, Simpson, Haines, Bruno, McClure, -Leiber, and the rest. All were eating, but not hungry. They all looked -a little sick. The ship was swerving again and again, steadily, -steadily, back and forth. In a short interval the Heavy Belt would be -touched. Then there would be real sickness. - -"Okay," said Kroll to Nibley. "You can eat with us, this once. And only -this once, remember that." - -Nibley ate like a starved weasel. Bruno looked over at him again and -again and finally asked, "How about that chess game?" - -"Nope. I always win. Don't want to brag but I was the best outfielder -playing baseball when I was at school. Never struck out at bat, -neither. Damn good." - -Bruno cut a piece of meat. "What's your business now, Gramps?" - -"Findin' out where things is goin'," evaded Nibley. - -Kroll snapped his gaze at Nibley. The old man hurried on, "Why, I know -where the whole blamed universe is headin'." Everybody looked up from -their eating. "But you wouldn't believe me if I told you," laughed the -old man. - -Somebody whistled. Others chuckled. Kroll relaxed. Bruno scowled. -Nibley continued, "It's a feelin'. You can't describe stars to a blind -man, or God to anybody. Why, hell's bells, lads, if I wanted I could -write a formula on paper and if you worked it out in your mind you'd -drop dead of symbol poison." - -Again laughter. A bit of wine was poured all around as a bracer for -the hours ahead. Nibley eyed the forbidden stuff and got up. "Well, I -got to go." "Have some wine," said Bruno. "No, thanks," said Nibley. -"Go ahead, have some," said Bruno. "I don't like it," said Nibley, -wetting his lips. "That's a laugh," said Bruno, eyeing him. "I got to -go upstairs. Nice to have ate with you boys. See you later, after we -get through the Swarms--" - -Faces became wooden at the mention of the approaching Belt. Fingers -tightened against the table edge. Nibley spidered back up the rungs to -his little room alone. - -An hour later, Nibley was drunk as a chromium-plated pirate. - -He kept it a secret. He hid the wine-bottle in his shock-hammock, -groggily. Stroke of luck. Oh yes, oh yes, a stroke, a stroke of luck, -yes, yes, yes, finding that lovely fine wonderful wine in the storage -cabinet near the visiport. Why, yes! And since he'd been thirsty for so -long, so long, so long. Well? Gurgle, gurgle! - -Nibley was drunk. - -He swayed before the visiport, drunkenly deciding the trajectories of -a thousand invisible nothings. Then he began to argue with himself, -drowsily, as he always argued when wine-webs were being spun through -his skull by red, drowsy spiders. His heart beat dully. His little -sharp eyes flickered with sudden flights of anger. - -"You're some liar, Mr. Nibley," he told himself. "You point at meteors, -but who's to prove you right or wrong, right or wrong, eh? You sit up -here and wait and wait and wait. Those machines down below spoil it. -You never have a chance to prove your ability! No! The captain won't -use you! He won't need you! None of those men believe in you. Think -you're a liar. Laugh at you. Yes, laugh. Yes, they call you an old, old -liar!" - -Nibley's thin nostrils quivered. His thin wrinkled face was crimsoned -and wild. He staggered to his feet, got hold of his favorite -monkey-wrench and waved it slowly back and forth. - - * * * * * - -For a moment his heart almost stopped in him. In panic he clutched at -his chest, pushing, pulling, pumping at his heart to keep it running. -The wine. The excitement. He dropped the wrench. "No, not yet!" he -looked down at his chest, wildly tearing at it. "Not just yet, oh -please!" he cried. "Not until I _show_ them!" - -His heart went on beating, drunkenly, slowly. - -He bent, retrieved the wrench and laughed numbly. "I'll show 'em," he -cried, weaving across the deck. "Show them how good I am. Eliminate -competition! I'll run the ship myself!" - -He climbed slowly down the rungs to destroy the machines. - -It made a lot of noise. - -Nibley heard a shout. "Get him!" His hand went down again, again. There -was a scream of whistles, a jarring of flung metal, a minor explosion. -His hand went down again, the wrench in it. He felt himself cursing -and pounding away. Something shattered. Men ran toward him. _This_ was -the computator! He hit upon it once more. Yes! Then he was caught up -like an empty sack, smashed in the face by someone's fist, thrown to -the deck. "Cut acceleration!" a voice cried far away. The ship slowed. -Somebody kicked Nibley in the face. Blackness. Dark. Around and around -down into darkness.... - -When he opened his eyes again people were talking: - -"We're turning back." - -"The hell we are. Kroll says we'll go on, anyway." - -"That's suicide! We can't hit that Asteroid Belt without radar." - -Nibley looked up from the floor. Kroll was there, over him, looking -down at the old man. "I might have known," he said, over and over -again. He wavered in Nibley's sobering vision. - -The ship hung motionless, silent. Through the ports, Nibley saw they -were based on the sunward side of a large planetoid, waiting, shielded -from most of the asteroid particles. - -"I'm sorry," said Nibley. - -"He's sorry." Kroll swore. "The very man we bring along as relief -computator sabotages our machine! Hell!" - -Bruno was in the room. Nibley saw Bruno's eyes dilate at Kroll's -exclamation. Bruno knew now. - -Nibley tried to get up. "We'll get through the Swarm, anyway. I'll take -you through. That's why I broke that blasted contraption. I don't like -competition. I can clear a path through them asteroids big enough to -lug Luna through on Track Five!" - -"Who gave you the wine?" - -"I found it, I just found it, that's all." - -The crew hated him with their eyes. He felt their hatred like so many -meteors coming in and striking at him. They hated his shriveled, -wrinkled old man guts. They stood around and waited for Kroll to let -them kick him apart with their boots. - -Kroll walked around the old man in a circle. "You think I'd chance you -getting us through the Belt!" He snorted. "What if we got half through -and you got potted again!" He stopped, with his back to Nibley. He was -thinking. He kept looking over his shoulder at the old man. "I can't -trust you." He looked out the port at the stars, at where Jupiter shone -in space. "And yet--" He looked at the men. "Do you want to turn back?" - -Nobody moved. They didn't have to answer. They didn't want to go back. -They wanted to go ahead. - -"We'll keep on going, then," said Kroll. - -Bruno spoke. "We crew-members should have some say. I say go back. We -can't make it. We're just wasting our lives." - -Kroll glanced at him, coolly. "You seem to be alone." He went back to -the port. He rocked on his heels. "It was no accident Nibley got that -wine. Somebody planted it, knowing Nibley's weakness. Somebody who -was paid off by the Martian Industrials to keep this ship from going -through. This was a clever set-up. The machines were smashed in such -a way as to throw suspicion directly on an innocent, well, almost -innocent, party. Nibley was just a tool. I'd like to know who handled -that tool--" - -Nibley got up, the wrench in his gnarled hand. "I'll tell you who -planted that wine. I been thinking and now--" - -Darkness. A short-circuit. Feet running on the metal deck. A shout. A -thread of fire across the darkness. Then a whistling as something flew, -hit. Someone grunted. - -The lights came on again. Nibley was at the light control. - -On the floor, gun in hand, eyes beginning to numb, lay Bruno. He lifted -the gun, fired it. The bullet hit Nibley in the stomach. - -Nibley grabbed at the pain. Kroll kicked at Bruno's head. Bruno's head -snapped back. He lay quietly. - -The blood pulsed out between Nibley's fingers. He watched it with -interest, grinning with pain. "I knew his orbit," he whispered, sitting -down cross-legged on the deck. "When the lights went out I chose my own -orbit back to the light switch. I knew where Bruno'd be in the dark. -Havin' a wrench handy I let fly, choosin' my arc, naturally. Guess he's -got a hard skull, though...." - - * * * * * - -They carried Nibley to a bunk. Douglas stood over him, dimly, growing -older every second. Nibley squinted up. All the men tightened in upon -it. Nibley felt their dismay, their dread, their worry, their nervous -anger. - -Finally, Kroll exhaled. "Turn the ship around," he said. "Go back to -Mars." - -The crew stood with their limp hands at their sides. They were tired. -They didn't want to live any more. They just stood with their feet on -the deck. Then, one by one, they began to walk away like so many cold, -dead men. - -"Hold on," cried Nibley, weakening. "I ain't through yet. I got two -orbits to fix. I got one to lay out for this ship to Jupiter. And I got -to finish out my own separate secret personal orbit. You ain't turnin' -back nowhere!" - -Kroll grimaced. "Might as well realize it, Grandpa. It takes seven -hours to get through the Swarms, and you haven't another _two_ hours in -you." - -The old man laughed. "Think I don't know that? Hell! Who's supposed to -know all these things, me or you?" - -"You, Pop." - -"Well, then, dammit--bring me a bulger!" - -"Now, look--" - -"You heard me, by God--a bulger!" - -"Why?" - -"You ever hear of a thing called triangulation? Well, maybe I won't -live long enough to go with you, but, by all the sizes and shapes of -behemoths--this ship is jumpin' through to Jupiter!" - -Kroll looked at him. There was a breathing silence, a heart beating -silence in the ship. Kroll sucked in his breath, hesitated, then smiled -a grey smile. - -"You heard him, Douglas. Get him a bulger." - -"And get a stretcher! And tote this ninety pounds of bone out on the -biggest asteroid around here! Got that?" - -"You heard him, Haines! A stretcher! Stand by for maneuvering!" Kroll -sat down by the old man. "What's it all about, Pop? You're--sober?" - -"Clear as a bell!" - -"What're you going to do?" - -"Redeem myself of my sins, by George! Now get your ugly face away so I -can think! And tell them bucks to hurry!" - -Kroll bellowed and men rushed. They brought a space-suit, inserted the -ninety pounds of shrill and wheeze and weakness into it--the doctor had -finished with his probings and fixings--buckled, zipped and welded him -into it. All the while they worked, Nibley talked. - -"Remember when I was a kid. Stood up to that there plate poundin' out -baseballs North, South and six ways from Sundays." He chuckled. "Used -to hit 'em, and predict which window in what house they'd break!" -Wheezy laughter. "One day I said to my Dad, 'Hey, Dad, a meteor just -fell on Simpson's Garage over in Jonesville.' 'Jonesville is six miles -from here', said my father, shakin' his finger at me. 'You quit your -lyin', Nibley boy, or I'll trot you to the woodshed!'" - -"Save your strength," said Kroll. - -"That's all right," said Nibley. "You know the funny thing was always -that I lied like hell and everybody said I lied like hell, but come -to find out, later, I wasn't lyin' at all, it was the truth. I just -_sensed_ things." - -The ship maneuvered down on a windless, empty planetoid. Nibley was -carried on a stretcher out onto alien rock. - -"Lay me down right here. Prop up my head so I can see Jupiter and the -whole damned Asteroid Belt. Be sure my headphones are tuned neat. -There. Now, give me a piece of paper." - -Nibley scribbled a long weak snake of writing on paper, folded it. -"When Bruno comes to, give him this. Maybe he'll believe me when he -reads it. Personal. Don't pry into it yourself." - -The old man sank back, feeling pain drilling through his stomach, and a -kind of sad happiness. Somebody was singing somewhere, he didn't know -where. Maybe it was only the stars moving on the sky. - -"Well," he said, clearly. "Guess this is it, children. Now get the -hell aboard, leave me alone to think. This is going to be the biggest, -hardest, damnedest job of computatin' I ever latched onto! There'll be -orbits and cross orbits, big balls of fire and little bitty specules, -and, by God, I'll chart 'em all! I'll chart a hundred thousand of the -damned monsters and their offspring, you just wait and see! Get aboard! -I'll tell you what to do from there on." - -Douglas looked doubtful. - -Nibley caught the look. "What ever happens," he cried. "Will be worth -it, won't it? It's better than turnin' back to Mars, ain't it? Well, -_ain't_ it?" - -"It's better," said Douglas. They shook hands. - -"Now all of you, get!" - - * * * * * - -Nibley watched the ship fire away and his eyes saw it and the Asteroid -Swarm and that brilliant point of light that was massive Jupiter. He -could almost feel the hunger and want and waiting up there in that star -flame. - -He looked out into space and his eyes widened and space came in, opened -out like a flower, and already, natural as water flowing, Nibley's -mind, tired as it was, began to shiver out calculations. He started -talking. - -"Captain? Take the ship straight out now. You hear?" - -"_Fine_," answered the captain. - -"Look at your dials." - -"_Looking._" - -"If number seven reads 132:87, okay. Keep 'er there. If she varies a -point, counteract it on Dial Twenty to 56.90. Keep her hard over for -seventy thousand miles, all that is clear so far. Then, after that, a -sharp veer in number two direction, over a thousand miles. There's a -big sweep of meteors coming in on that other path for you to dodge. Let -me see, let me see--" He figured. "Keep your speed at a constant of one -hundred thousand miles. At that rate--check your clocks and watches--in -exactly an hour you'll hit the second part of the Big Belt. Then switch -to a course roughly five thousand miles over to number 3 direction, -veer again five minutes on the dot later and--" - -"_Can you see all those asteroids, Nibley. Are you sure?_" - -"Sure. Lots of 'em. Every single one going every which way! Keep -straight ahead until two hours from now, after that last direction of -mine--then slide off at an angle toward Jupiter, slow down to ninety -thousand for ten minutes, then up to a hundred ten thousand for fifteen -minutes. After that, one hundred fifty thousand all the way!" - -Flame poured out of the rocket jets. It moved swiftly away, growing -small and distant. - -"Give me a read on dial 67!" - -"_Four._" - -"Make it six! And set your automatic pilot to 61 and 14 and 35. -Now--everything's okay. Keep your chronometer reading this way--seven, -nine, twelve. There'll be a few tight scrapes, but you'll hit Jupiter -square on in 24 hours, if you jump your speed to 700,000 six hours from -now and hold it that way." - -"_Square on it is, Mr. Nibley._" - -Nibley just lay there a moment. His voice was easy and not so high and -shrill any more. "And on the way back to Mars, later, don't try to find -me. I'm going out in the dark on this metal rock. Nothing but dark for -me. Back to perihelion and sun for you. Know--know where _I'm_ going?" - -"_Where?_" - -"Centaurus!" Nibley laughed. "So help me God I am. No lie!" - -He watched the ship going out, then, and he felt the compact, collected -trajectories of all the men in it. It was a good feeling to know that -he was the guiding theme. Like in the old days.... - -Douglas' voice broke in again. - -"_Hey, Pop. Pop, you still there?_" - -A little silence. Nibley felt blood pulsing down inside his suit. -"Yep," he said. - -"_We just gave Bruno your little note to read. Whatever it was, when he -finished reading it, he went insane._" - -Nibley said, quiet-like. "Burn that there paper. Don't let anybody else -read it." - -A pause. "_It's burnt. What was it?_" - -"Don't be inquisitive," snapped the old man. "Maybe I proved to Bruno -that he didn't really exist. To hell with it!" - -The rocket reached its constant speed. Douglas radioed back: "_All's -well. Sweet calculating, Pop. I'll tell the Rocket Officials back at -Marsport. They'll be glad to know about you. Sweet, sweet calculating. -Thanks. How goes it? I said--how goes it? Hey, Pop! Pop?_" - -Nibley raised a trembling hand and waved it at nothing. The ship was -gone. He couldn't even see the jet-wash now, he could only feel that -hard metal movement out there among the stars, going on and on through -a course he had set for it. He couldn't speak. There was just emotion -in him. He had finally, by God, heard a compliment from a mechanic of -radar-computators! - -[Illustration: _Nibley raised a trembling hand and waved it at -nothing._] - -He waved his hand at nothing. He watched nothing moving on and on into -the crossed orbits of other invisible nothings. The silence was now -complete. - -He put his hand down. Now he had only to chart that one last personal -orbit. The one he had wanted to finish only in space and not grounded -back on Mars. - -It didn't take lightning calculation to set it out for certain. - -Life and death were the parabolic ends to his trajectory. The long -life, first swinging in from darkness, arcing to the inevitable -perihelion, and now moving back out, out and away-- - -Into the soft, encompassing dark. - -"By God," he thought weakly, quietly. "Right up to the last, my -reputation's good. 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Even<br /> -if his crazy cosmic brain could track a<br /> -meteor clear across the Galaxy, why did he<br /> -have to smash the super-sensitive detectors?</p> - -<p>[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from<br /> -Planet Stories Spring 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>Nibley stood in the changing shadows and sounds of Marsport, watching -the great supply ship TERRA being entered and left by a number of -officials and mechanics. Something had happened. Something was wrong. -There were a lot of hard faces and not much talk. There was a bit of -swearing and everybody looked up at the night sky of Mars, waiting.</p> - -<p>But nobody came to Nibley for his opinion or his help. He stood there, -a very old man, with a slack-gummed face and eyes like the little -bubbly stalks of crayfish looking up at you from a clear creek. He -stood there fully neglected. He stood there and talked to himself.</p> - -<p>"They don't want me, or need me," he said. "Machines are better, -nowadays. Why should they want an old man like me with a taste for -Martian liquor? They shouldn't! A machine isn't old and foolish, and -doesn't get drunk!"</p> - -<p>Way out over the dead sea bottoms, Nibley sensed something moving. Part -of himself was suddenly awake and sensitive. His small sharp eyes moved -in his withered face. Something inside of his small skull reacted and -he shivered. He <i>knew</i>. He knew that what these men were watching and -waiting for would never come.</p> - -<p>Nibley edged up to one of the astrogators from the TERRA. He touched -him on the shoulder. "Say," he said. "I'm busy," said the astrogator. -"I know," said Nibley, "but if you're waiting for that small repair -rocket to come through with the extra auxiliary asteroid computator on -it, you're wasting your time."</p> - -<p>"Like hell," said the astrogator, glaring at the old man. "That repair -rocket's got to come through, and quick; we need it. It'll get here."</p> - -<p>"No, it won't," said Nibley, sadly, and shook his head and closed his -eyes. "It just crashed, a second ago, out on the dead sea bottom. -I—<i>felt</i>—it crash. I sensed it going down. It'll never come through."</p> - -<p>"Go away, old man," said the astrogator. "I don't want to hear that -kind of talk. It'll come through. Sure, sure, it has to come through." -The astrogator turned away and looked at the sky, smoking a cigarette.</p> - -<p>"I know it as a fact," said Nibley, but the young astrogator wouldn't -listen. He didn't want to hear the truth. The truth was not a pleasant -thing. Nibley went on, to himself. "I know it for a fact, just like -I was always able to know the course of meteors with my mind, or the -orbits or parabolas of asteroids. I tell you—"</p> - -<p>The men stood around waiting and smoking. They didn't know yet about -the crash out there. Nibley felt a great sorrow rise in himself for -them. That ship meant a great deal to them and now it had crashed. -Perhaps their lives had crashed with it.</p> - -<p>A loud speaker on the outer area of the landing tarmac opened out with -a voice: "Attention, crew of the Terra. The repair ship just radioed in -a report that it has been fired upon from somewhere over the dead seas. -It crashed a minute ago."</p> - -<p>The report was so sudden and quiet and matter-of-fact that the standing -smoking men did not for a moment understand it.</p> - -<p>Then, each in his own way, they reacted to it. Some of them ran for -the radio building to verify the report. Others sat down and put their -hands over their faces. Still more of them stood staring at the sky as -if staring might put the repair ship back together again and get it -here safe and intact. Instinctively, at last, all of them looked up at -the sky.</p> - -<p>Jupiter was there, with its coterie of moons, bright and far away. -Part of their lives lived on Jupiter. Most of them had children and -wives there and certain duties to perform to insure the longevity -of said children and wives. Now, with the speaking of a few words -over a loudspeaker, the distance to Jupiter was suddenly an immense -impossibility.</p> - -<p>The captain of the Rocket Terra walked across the field slowly. He -stopped several times to try and light a cigarette, but the night wind -blew it out. He stood in the rocket shadow and looked up at Jupiter and -swore quietly, again and again and finally threw down his cigarette and -heeled it with his shoe.</p> - -<p>Nibley walked up and stood beside the captain.</p> - -<p>"Captain Kroll...."</p> - -<p>Kroll turned. "Oh, hello, Grandpa—"</p> - -<p>"Tough luck."</p> - -<p>"Yeah. Yeah. I guess that's what you'd call it. Tough luck."</p> - -<p>"You're going to take off anyway, Captain?"</p> - -<p>"Sure," said Kroll quietly, looking at the sky. "Sure."</p> - -<p>"How's the protective computator on board your ship?"</p> - -<p>"Not so hot. Bad, in fact. It might conk out before we get half way -through the asteroids."</p> - -<p>"That's not good," said Nibley.</p> - -<p>"It's lousy. I feel sick. I need a drink. I wish I was dead. I wish -we'd never started this damned business of being damned pioneers. My -family's up there!" He jerked his hand half way to Jupiter, violently. -He settled down and tried to light another cigarette. No go. He threw -it down after the other.</p> - -<p>"Can't get through the asteroids without an asteroid computator to -protect you, without that old radar set-up, captain," said Nibley, -blinking wetly. He shuffled his small feet around in the red dust.</p> - -<p>"We had an auxiliary computator on that repair ship coming from Earth," -said Kroll, standing there. "And it had to crash."</p> - -<p>"The Martians shoot it down, you think?"</p> - -<p>"Sure. They don't like us going up to Jupiter. They got claims there, -too. They'd like to see our colony die out. Best way to kill a colony -is starve the colony. Starve the people. That means my family and lots -of families. Then when you starve out the families the Martians can -step in and take over, damn their filthy souls!"</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Kroll fell silent. Nibley shifted around. He walked around in front of -Kroll so Kroll would see him. "Captain?"</p> - -<p>Kroll didn't even look at him.</p> - -<p>Nibley said, "Maybe I can help."</p> - -<p>"You?"</p> - -<p>"You heard about me, captain! You heard about me."</p> - -<p>"What about you?"</p> - -<p>"You can't wait a month for another auxiliary computator to come -through from Earth. You got to push off tonight, to Jupiter, to get to -your family and the colony and all that, captain, sure!" Nibley was -hasty, he sort of fidgeted around, his voice high, and excited. "An' if -your only computator conks out in the middle of the asteroids, well, -you know what that means. Bang! No more ship! No more you. No more -colony on Jupiter! Now, you know about me, my ability, you know, you -heard."</p> - -<p>Kroll was cool and quiet and far away. "I heard about you, old man. I -heard lots. They say you got a funny brain and do things machines can't -do. I don't know. I don't like the idea."</p> - -<p>"But you got to like the idea, captain. I'm the only one can help you -now!"</p> - -<p>"I don't trust you. I heard about your drinking that time and wrecking -that ship. I remember that."</p> - -<p>"But I'm not drinking now. See. Smell my breath, go ahead! You see?"</p> - -<p>Kroll stood there. He looked at the ship and he looked at the sky and -then at Nibley. Finally he sighed. "Old man, I'm leaving right now. I -might just as well take you along as leave you. You might do some good. -What can I lose?"</p> - -<p>"Not a damned thing, Captain, and you won't be sorry," cried Nibley.</p> - -<p>"Step lively, then!"</p> - -<p>They went to the Rocket, Kroll running, Nibley hobbling along after.</p> - -<p>Trembling excitedly, Nibley stumbled into the Rocket. Everything had a -hot mist over it. First time on a rocket in—ten years, by god. Good. -Good to be aboard again. He smelled it. It smelled fine. It felt fine. -Oh, it was very fine indeed. First time since that trouble he got into -off the planet Venus ... he brushed that thought away. That was over -and past.</p> - -<p>He followed Kroll up through the ship to a small room in the prow.</p> - -<p>Men ran up and down the rungs. Men who had families out there on -Jupiter and were willing to go through the asteroids with a faulty -radar set-up to reach those families and bring them the necessary cargo -of machinery and food they needed to go on.</p> - -<p>Out of a warm mist, old Nibley heard himself being introduced to a -third man in the small room.</p> - -<p>"Douglas, this is Nibley, our auxiliary computating machine."</p> - -<p>"A poor time for joking, Captain."</p> - -<p>"It's no joke," cried Nibley. "Here I am."</p> - -<p>Douglas eyed Nibley with a very cold and exact eye. "No," he said. "No. -I can't use him. I'm computant-mechanic."</p> - -<p>"And I'm captain," said Kroll.</p> - -<p>Douglas looked at Kroll. "We'll shove through to Jupiter with just our -leaky set of radar-computators; that's the way it'll have to be. If -we're wrecked halfway, well, we're wrecked. But I'll be damned if I go -along with a decrepit son-of-a-witch-doctor!"</p> - -<p>Nibley's eyes watered. He sucked in on himself. There was a pain round -his heart and he was suddenly chilled.</p> - -<p>Kroll started to speak, but a gong rattled and banged and a voice -shouted, "Stations! Gunners up! Hammocks! Takeoff!"</p> - -<p>"<i>Takeoff!</i>"</p> - -<p>"Stay here!" Kroll snapped it at the old man. He leaped away and down -the rungs of the ladder, leaving Nibley alone in the broad shadow -of the bitter-eyed Douglas. Douglas looked him up and down in surly -contempt. "So you know arcs, parabolas and orbits as good as my -machines, do you?"</p> - -<p>Nibley nodded, angry now that Kroll was gone:</p> - -<p>"Machines," shrilled Nibley. "Can't do everything! They ain't got no -intuition. Can't understand sabotage and hatreds and arguments. Or -people. Machines're too damn slow!"</p> - -<p>Douglas lidded his eyes. "You—<i>you're</i> faster?"</p> - -<p>"I'm faster," said Nibley.</p> - -<p>Douglas flicked his cigarette toward a wall-disposal slot.</p> - -<p>"Predict that orbit!"</p> - -<p>Nibley's eyes jerked. "Gonna miss it!"</p> - -<p>The cigarette lay smouldering on the deck.</p> - -<p>Douglas scowled at the cigarette.</p> - -<p>Nibley made wheezy laughter. He minced to his shock-hammock, zipped -into it. "Not bad, not bad, eh?"</p> - -<p>The ship rumbled.</p> - -<p>Angrily, Douglas snatched up the cigarette, carried it to his own -hammock, rolled in, zipped the zipper, then, deliberately, he flicked -the cigarette once more. It flew.</p> - -<p>"Another miss," predicted Nibley.</p> - -<p>Douglas was still glaring at the floored cigarette when the Rocket -burst gravity and shot up into space toward the asteroids.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Mars dwindled into the sun. Asteroids swept silently down the -star-tracks, all metal, all invisible, shifting and shifting to harry -the Rocket—</p> - -<p>Nibley sprawled by the great thick visiport feeling the computators -giving him competition under the floor in the level below, predicting -meteors and correcting the Terra's course accordingly.</p> - -<p>Douglas stood behind Nibley, stiff and quiet. Since he was -computant-mechanic, Nibley was his charge. He was to protect Nibley -from harm. Kroll had said so. Douglas didn't like it at all.</p> - -<p>Nibley was feeling fine. It was like the old days. It was good. He -laughed. He waved at nothing outside the port. "Hi, there!" he called. -"Meteor," he explained in an aside to Douglas. "You see it?"</p> - -<p>"Lives at stake and you sit there playing."</p> - -<p>"Nope. Not playin'. Just warmin' up. I can see 'em beatin' like hell -all up and down the line, son. God's truth."</p> - -<p>"Kroll's a damned fool," said Douglas. "Sure, you had a few lucky -breaks in the old days before they built a good computator. A few lucky -breaks and you lived off them. Your day's done."</p> - -<p>"I'm <i>still</i> good."</p> - -<p>"How about the time you swilled a quart of rot-gut and almost killed a -cargo of civilian tourists? I heard about that. All I have to say is -one word and your ears'd twitch. Whiskey."</p> - -<p>At the word, saliva ran alarmingly in Nibley's mouth. He swallowed -guiltily. Douglas, snorting, turned and started from the room. Nibley -grabbed a monkey-wrench on impulse, heaved it. The wrench hit the wall -and fell down. Nibley wheezed, "Wrench got an orbit like everything. -Fair bit of computation I did. One point over and I'd have flanked that -crumb!"</p> - -<p>There was silence now, as he hobbled back and sat wearily to stare -into the stars. He felt all of the ship's men around him. Vague warm -electrical stirrings of fear, hope, dismay, exhaustion. All their -orbits coming into a parallel trajectory now. All living in the same -path with him. And the asteroids smashed down with an increasing -swiftness. In a very few hours the main body of missiles would be -encountered.</p> - -<p>Now, as he stared into space he felt a dark orbit coming into -conjunction with his own. It was an unpleasant orbit. One that touched -him with fear. It drew closer. It was dark. It was very close now.</p> - -<p>A moment later a tall man in a black uniform climbed the rungs from -below and stood looking at Nibley.</p> - -<p>"I'm Bruno," he said. He was a nervous fellow, and kept looking around, -looking around, at the walls, the deck, at Nibley. "I'm food specialist -on board. How come you're up here? Come down to mess later. Join me in -a game of Martian chess."</p> - -<p>Nibley said, "I'd beat the hell out of you. Wouldn't pay. It's against -orders for me to be down below, anyways."</p> - -<p>"How come?"</p> - -<p>"Never you never mind. Got things to do up here. I <i>notice</i> things. -I'm chartin' a special course in a special way. Even Captain Kroll -don't know <i>every</i> reason why I'm makin' this trip. Got my own personal -reasons. I see 'em comin' and goin', and I got their orbits picked neat -and dandy. Meteors, planets <i>and</i> men. Why, let me tell you—"</p> - -<p>Bruno tensed somewhat forward. His face was a little too interested. -Nibley didn't like the feel of the man. He was off-trajectory. -He—smelled—funny. He <i>felt</i> funny.</p> - -<p>Nibley shut up. "Nice day," he said.</p> - -<p>"Go ahead," said Bruno. "You were saying?"</p> - -<p>Douglas stepped up the rungs. Bruno cut it short, saluted Douglas, and -left.</p> - -<p>Douglas watched him go, coldly. "What'd Bruno want?" he asked of the -old man. "Captain's orders, you're to see <i>nobody</i>."</p> - -<p>Nibley's wrinkles made a smile. "Watch that guy Bruno. I got his orbit -fixed all round and arced. I see him goin' now, and I see him reachin' -aphelion and I see him comin' back."</p> - -<p>Douglas pulled his lip. "You think Bruno might be working for the -Martian industrial <i>clique</i>? If I thought he had anything to do with -stopping us from getting to the Jovian colony—"</p> - -<p>"He'll be back," said Nibley. "Just before we reach the <i>heavy</i> -Asteroid Belt. Wait and see."</p> - -<p>The ship swerved. The computators had just dodged a meteor. Douglas -smiled. That griped Nibley. The machines were stealing his feathers. -Nibley paused and closed his eyes.</p> - -<p>"Here come two more meteors! I beat the machine this time!"</p> - -<p>They waited. The ship swerved, twice.</p> - -<p>"Damn it," said Douglas.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Two hours passed. "It got lonely upstairs," said Nibley apologetically.</p> - -<p>Captain Kroll glanced nervously up from the mess-table where he and -twelve other men sat. Williams, Simpson, Haines, Bruno, McClure, -Leiber, and the rest. All were eating, but not hungry. They all looked -a little sick. The ship was swerving again and again, steadily, -steadily, back and forth. In a short interval the Heavy Belt would be -touched. Then there would be real sickness.</p> - -<p>"Okay," said Kroll to Nibley. "You can eat with us, this once. And only -this once, remember that."</p> - -<p>Nibley ate like a starved weasel. Bruno looked over at him again and -again and finally asked, "How about that chess game?"</p> - -<p>"Nope. I always win. Don't want to brag but I was the best outfielder -playing baseball when I was at school. Never struck out at bat, -neither. Damn good."</p> - -<p>Bruno cut a piece of meat. "What's your business now, Gramps?"</p> - -<p>"Findin' out where things is goin'," evaded Nibley.</p> - -<p>Kroll snapped his gaze at Nibley. The old man hurried on, "Why, I know -where the whole blamed universe is headin'." Everybody looked up from -their eating. "But you wouldn't believe me if I told you," laughed the -old man.</p> - -<p>Somebody whistled. Others chuckled. Kroll relaxed. Bruno scowled. -Nibley continued, "It's a feelin'. You can't describe stars to a blind -man, or God to anybody. Why, hell's bells, lads, if I wanted I could -write a formula on paper and if you worked it out in your mind you'd -drop dead of symbol poison."</p> - -<p>Again laughter. A bit of wine was poured all around as a bracer for -the hours ahead. Nibley eyed the forbidden stuff and got up. "Well, I -got to go." "Have some wine," said Bruno. "No, thanks," said Nibley. -"Go ahead, have some," said Bruno. "I don't like it," said Nibley, -wetting his lips. "That's a laugh," said Bruno, eyeing him. "I got to -go upstairs. Nice to have ate with you boys. See you later, after we -get through the Swarms—"</p> - -<p>Faces became wooden at the mention of the approaching Belt. Fingers -tightened against the table edge. Nibley spidered back up the rungs to -his little room alone.</p> - -<p>An hour later, Nibley was drunk as a chromium-plated pirate.</p> - -<p>He kept it a secret. He hid the wine-bottle in his shock-hammock, -groggily. Stroke of luck. Oh yes, oh yes, a stroke, a stroke of luck, -yes, yes, yes, finding that lovely fine wonderful wine in the storage -cabinet near the visiport. Why, yes! And since he'd been thirsty for so -long, so long, so long. Well? Gurgle, gurgle!</p> - -<p>Nibley was drunk.</p> - -<p>He swayed before the visiport, drunkenly deciding the trajectories of -a thousand invisible nothings. Then he began to argue with himself, -drowsily, as he always argued when wine-webs were being spun through -his skull by red, drowsy spiders. His heart beat dully. His little -sharp eyes flickered with sudden flights of anger.</p> - -<p>"You're some liar, Mr. Nibley," he told himself. "You point at meteors, -but who's to prove you right or wrong, right or wrong, eh? You sit up -here and wait and wait and wait. Those machines down below spoil it. -You never have a chance to prove your ability! No! The captain won't -use you! He won't need you! None of those men believe in you. Think -you're a liar. Laugh at you. Yes, laugh. Yes, they call you an old, old -liar!"</p> - -<p>Nibley's thin nostrils quivered. His thin wrinkled face was crimsoned -and wild. He staggered to his feet, got hold of his favorite -monkey-wrench and waved it slowly back and forth.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>For a moment his heart almost stopped in him. In panic he clutched at -his chest, pushing, pulling, pumping at his heart to keep it running. -The wine. The excitement. He dropped the wrench. "No, not yet!" he -looked down at his chest, wildly tearing at it. "Not just yet, oh -please!" he cried. "Not until I <i>show</i> them!"</p> - -<p>His heart went on beating, drunkenly, slowly.</p> - -<p>He bent, retrieved the wrench and laughed numbly. "I'll show 'em," he -cried, weaving across the deck. "Show them how good I am. Eliminate -competition! I'll run the ship myself!"</p> - -<p>He climbed slowly down the rungs to destroy the machines.</p> - -<p>It made a lot of noise.</p> - -<p>Nibley heard a shout. "Get him!" His hand went down again, again. There -was a scream of whistles, a jarring of flung metal, a minor explosion. -His hand went down again, the wrench in it. He felt himself cursing -and pounding away. Something shattered. Men ran toward him. <i>This</i> was -the computator! He hit upon it once more. Yes! Then he was caught up -like an empty sack, smashed in the face by someone's fist, thrown to -the deck. "Cut acceleration!" a voice cried far away. The ship slowed. -Somebody kicked Nibley in the face. Blackness. Dark. Around and around -down into darkness....</p> - -<p>When he opened his eyes again people were talking:</p> - -<p>"We're turning back."</p> - -<p>"The hell we are. Kroll says we'll go on, anyway."</p> - -<p>"That's suicide! We can't hit that Asteroid Belt without radar."</p> - -<p>Nibley looked up from the floor. Kroll was there, over him, looking -down at the old man. "I might have known," he said, over and over -again. He wavered in Nibley's sobering vision.</p> - -<p>The ship hung motionless, silent. Through the ports, Nibley saw they -were based on the sunward side of a large planetoid, waiting, shielded -from most of the asteroid particles.</p> - -<p>"I'm sorry," said Nibley.</p> - -<p>"He's sorry." Kroll swore. "The very man we bring along as relief -computator sabotages our machine! Hell!"</p> - -<p>Bruno was in the room. Nibley saw Bruno's eyes dilate at Kroll's -exclamation. Bruno knew now.</p> - -<p>Nibley tried to get up. "We'll get through the Swarm, anyway. I'll take -you through. That's why I broke that blasted contraption. I don't like -competition. I can clear a path through them asteroids big enough to -lug Luna through on Track Five!"</p> - -<p>"Who gave you the wine?"</p> - -<p>"I found it, I just found it, that's all."</p> - -<p>The crew hated him with their eyes. He felt their hatred like so many -meteors coming in and striking at him. They hated his shriveled, -wrinkled old man guts. They stood around and waited for Kroll to let -them kick him apart with their boots.</p> - -<p>Kroll walked around the old man in a circle. "You think I'd chance you -getting us through the Belt!" He snorted. "What if we got half through -and you got potted again!" He stopped, with his back to Nibley. He was -thinking. He kept looking over his shoulder at the old man. "I can't -trust you." He looked out the port at the stars, at where Jupiter shone -in space. "And yet—" He looked at the men. "Do you want to turn back?"</p> - -<p>Nobody moved. They didn't have to answer. They didn't want to go back. -They wanted to go ahead.</p> - -<p>"We'll keep on going, then," said Kroll.</p> - -<p>Bruno spoke. "We crew-members should have some say. I say go back. We -can't make it. We're just wasting our lives."</p> - -<p>Kroll glanced at him, coolly. "You seem to be alone." He went back to -the port. He rocked on his heels. "It was no accident Nibley got that -wine. Somebody planted it, knowing Nibley's weakness. Somebody who -was paid off by the Martian Industrials to keep this ship from going -through. This was a clever set-up. The machines were smashed in such -a way as to throw suspicion directly on an innocent, well, almost -innocent, party. Nibley was just a tool. I'd like to know who handled -that tool—"</p> - -<p>Nibley got up, the wrench in his gnarled hand. "I'll tell you who -planted that wine. I been thinking and now—"</p> - -<p>Darkness. A short-circuit. Feet running on the metal deck. A shout. A -thread of fire across the darkness. Then a whistling as something flew, -hit. Someone grunted.</p> - -<p>The lights came on again. Nibley was at the light control.</p> - -<p>On the floor, gun in hand, eyes beginning to numb, lay Bruno. He lifted -the gun, fired it. The bullet hit Nibley in the stomach.</p> - -<p>Nibley grabbed at the pain. Kroll kicked at Bruno's head. Bruno's head -snapped back. He lay quietly.</p> - -<p>The blood pulsed out between Nibley's fingers. He watched it with -interest, grinning with pain. "I knew his orbit," he whispered, sitting -down cross-legged on the deck. "When the lights went out I chose my own -orbit back to the light switch. I knew where Bruno'd be in the dark. -Havin' a wrench handy I let fly, choosin' my arc, naturally. Guess he's -got a hard skull, though...."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>They carried Nibley to a bunk. Douglas stood over him, dimly, growing -older every second. Nibley squinted up. All the men tightened in upon -it. Nibley felt their dismay, their dread, their worry, their nervous -anger.</p> - -<p>Finally, Kroll exhaled. "Turn the ship around," he said. "Go back to -Mars."</p> - -<p>The crew stood with their limp hands at their sides. They were tired. -They didn't want to live any more. They just stood with their feet on -the deck. Then, one by one, they began to walk away like so many cold, -dead men.</p> - -<p>"Hold on," cried Nibley, weakening. "I ain't through yet. I got two -orbits to fix. I got one to lay out for this ship to Jupiter. And I got -to finish out my own separate secret personal orbit. You ain't turnin' -back nowhere!"</p> - -<p>Kroll grimaced. "Might as well realize it, Grandpa. It takes seven -hours to get through the Swarms, and you haven't another <i>two</i> hours in -you."</p> - -<p>The old man laughed. "Think I don't know that? Hell! Who's supposed to -know all these things, me or you?"</p> - -<p>"You, Pop."</p> - -<p>"Well, then, dammit—bring me a bulger!"</p> - -<p>"Now, look—"</p> - -<p>"You heard me, by God—a bulger!"</p> - -<p>"Why?"</p> - -<p>"You ever hear of a thing called triangulation? Well, maybe I won't -live long enough to go with you, but, by all the sizes and shapes of -behemoths—this ship is jumpin' through to Jupiter!"</p> - -<p>Kroll looked at him. There was a breathing silence, a heart beating -silence in the ship. Kroll sucked in his breath, hesitated, then smiled -a grey smile.</p> - -<p>"You heard him, Douglas. Get him a bulger."</p> - -<p>"And get a stretcher! And tote this ninety pounds of bone out on the -biggest asteroid around here! Got that?"</p> - -<p>"You heard him, Haines! A stretcher! Stand by for maneuvering!" Kroll -sat down by the old man. "What's it all about, Pop? You're—sober?"</p> - -<p>"Clear as a bell!"</p> - -<p>"What're you going to do?"</p> - -<p>"Redeem myself of my sins, by George! Now get your ugly face away so I -can think! And tell them bucks to hurry!"</p> - -<p>Kroll bellowed and men rushed. They brought a space-suit, inserted the -ninety pounds of shrill and wheeze and weakness into it—the doctor had -finished with his probings and fixings—buckled, zipped and welded him -into it. All the while they worked, Nibley talked.</p> - -<p>"Remember when I was a kid. Stood up to that there plate poundin' out -baseballs North, South and six ways from Sundays." He chuckled. "Used -to hit 'em, and predict which window in what house they'd break!" -Wheezy laughter. "One day I said to my Dad, 'Hey, Dad, a meteor just -fell on Simpson's Garage over in Jonesville.' 'Jonesville is six miles -from here', said my father, shakin' his finger at me. 'You quit your -lyin', Nibley boy, or I'll trot you to the woodshed!'"</p> - -<p>"Save your strength," said Kroll.</p> - -<p>"That's all right," said Nibley. "You know the funny thing was always -that I lied like hell and everybody said I lied like hell, but come -to find out, later, I wasn't lyin' at all, it was the truth. I just -<i>sensed</i> things."</p> - -<p>The ship maneuvered down on a windless, empty planetoid. Nibley was -carried on a stretcher out onto alien rock.</p> - -<p>"Lay me down right here. Prop up my head so I can see Jupiter and the -whole damned Asteroid Belt. Be sure my headphones are tuned neat. -There. Now, give me a piece of paper."</p> - -<p>Nibley scribbled a long weak snake of writing on paper, folded it. -"When Bruno comes to, give him this. Maybe he'll believe me when he -reads it. Personal. Don't pry into it yourself."</p> - -<p>The old man sank back, feeling pain drilling through his stomach, and a -kind of sad happiness. Somebody was singing somewhere, he didn't know -where. Maybe it was only the stars moving on the sky.</p> - -<p>"Well," he said, clearly. "Guess this is it, children. Now get the -hell aboard, leave me alone to think. This is going to be the biggest, -hardest, damnedest job of computatin' I ever latched onto! There'll be -orbits and cross orbits, big balls of fire and little bitty specules, -and, by God, I'll chart 'em all! I'll chart a hundred thousand of the -damned monsters and their offspring, you just wait and see! Get aboard! -I'll tell you what to do from there on."</p> - -<p>Douglas looked doubtful.</p> - -<p>Nibley caught the look. "What ever happens," he cried. "Will be worth -it, won't it? It's better than turnin' back to Mars, ain't it? Well, -<i>ain't</i> it?"</p> - -<p>"It's better," said Douglas. They shook hands.</p> - -<p>"Now all of you, get!"</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Nibley watched the ship fire away and his eyes saw it and the Asteroid -Swarm and that brilliant point of light that was massive Jupiter. He -could almost feel the hunger and want and waiting up there in that star -flame.</p> - -<p>He looked out into space and his eyes widened and space came in, opened -out like a flower, and already, natural as water flowing, Nibley's -mind, tired as it was, began to shiver out calculations. He started -talking.</p> - -<p>"Captain? Take the ship straight out now. You hear?"</p> - -<p>"<i>Fine</i>," answered the captain.</p> - -<p>"Look at your dials."</p> - -<p>"<i>Looking.</i>"</p> - -<p>"If number seven reads 132:87, okay. Keep 'er there. If she varies a -point, counteract it on Dial Twenty to 56.90. Keep her hard over for -seventy thousand miles, all that is clear so far. Then, after that, a -sharp veer in number two direction, over a thousand miles. There's a -big sweep of meteors coming in on that other path for you to dodge. Let -me see, let me see—" He figured. "Keep your speed at a constant of one -hundred thousand miles. At that rate—check your clocks and watches—in -exactly an hour you'll hit the second part of the Big Belt. Then switch -to a course roughly five thousand miles over to number 3 direction, -veer again five minutes on the dot later and—"</p> - -<p>"<i>Can you see all those asteroids, Nibley. Are you sure?</i>"</p> - -<p>"Sure. Lots of 'em. Every single one going every which way! Keep -straight ahead until two hours from now, after that last direction of -mine—then slide off at an angle toward Jupiter, slow down to ninety -thousand for ten minutes, then up to a hundred ten thousand for fifteen -minutes. After that, one hundred fifty thousand all the way!"</p> - -<p>Flame poured out of the rocket jets. It moved swiftly away, growing -small and distant.</p> - -<p>"Give me a read on dial 67!"</p> - -<p>"<i>Four.</i>"</p> - -<p>"Make it six! And set your automatic pilot to 61 and 14 and 35. -Now—everything's okay. Keep your chronometer reading this way—seven, -nine, twelve. There'll be a few tight scrapes, but you'll hit Jupiter -square on in 24 hours, if you jump your speed to 700,000 six hours from -now and hold it that way."</p> - -<p>"<i>Square on it is, Mr. Nibley.</i>"</p> - -<p>Nibley just lay there a moment. His voice was easy and not so high and -shrill any more. "And on the way back to Mars, later, don't try to find -me. I'm going out in the dark on this metal rock. Nothing but dark for -me. Back to perihelion and sun for you. Know—know where <i>I'm</i> going?"</p> - -<p>"<i>Where?</i>"</p> - -<p>"Centaurus!" Nibley laughed. "So help me God I am. No lie!"</p> - -<p>He watched the ship going out, then, and he felt the compact, collected -trajectories of all the men in it. It was a good feeling to know that -he was the guiding theme. Like in the old days....</p> - -<p>Douglas' voice broke in again.</p> - -<p>"<i>Hey, Pop. Pop, you still there?</i>"</p> - -<p>A little silence. Nibley felt blood pulsing down inside his suit. -"Yep," he said.</p> - -<p>"<i>We just gave Bruno your little note to read. Whatever it was, when he -finished reading it, he went insane.</i>"</p> - -<p>Nibley said, quiet-like. "Burn that there paper. Don't let anybody else -read it."</p> - -<p>A pause. "<i>It's burnt. What was it?</i>"</p> - -<p>"Don't be inquisitive," snapped the old man. "Maybe I proved to Bruno -that he didn't really exist. To hell with it!"</p> - -<p>The rocket reached its constant speed. Douglas radioed back: "<i>All's -well. Sweet calculating, Pop. I'll tell the Rocket Officials back at -Marsport. They'll be glad to know about you. Sweet, sweet calculating. -Thanks. How goes it? I said—how goes it? Hey, Pop! Pop?</i>"</p> - -<p>Nibley raised a trembling hand and waved it at nothing. The ship was -gone. He couldn't even see the jet-wash now, he could only feel that -hard metal movement out there among the stars, going on and on through -a course he had set for it. He couldn't speak. There was just emotion -in him. He had finally, by God, heard a compliment from a mechanic of -radar-computators!</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/illus.jpg" alt=""/> - <div class="caption"> - <p><i>Nibley raised a trembling hand and waved it at nothing.</i></p> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>He waved his hand at nothing. He watched nothing moving on and on into -the crossed orbits of other invisible nothings. The silence was now -complete.</p> - -<p>He put his hand down. Now he had only to chart that one last personal -orbit. The one he had wanted to finish only in space and not grounded -back on Mars.</p> - -<p>It didn't take lightning calculation to set it out for certain.</p> - -<p>Life and death were the parabolic ends to his trajectory. The long -life, first swinging in from darkness, arcing to the inevitable -perihelion, and now moving back out, out and away—</p> - -<p>Into the soft, encompassing dark.</p> - -<p>"By God," he thought weakly, quietly. "Right up to the last, my -reputation's good. 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