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He +wanted to create a certain kind of biped!</b></p> +</blockquote> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"><div class="chapter"></div> + +<p class="p2">Two of the gods had been arguing all morning. A galactic morning, +that is—one sixth of the time it took Betelgeuse to complete its +orbit around the circumference of a cross-section of the spiral whorl +of the sprawling IX Galaxy—some four hundred and twenty thousand +years.</p> + +<p>And the fury of the last nova explosion indicated that Mogar, +ranking member of the IX Galactic Council, was becoming annoyed +over his failure to browbeat Dalen, who had come up from the LIII +Constellation Committee only a few eons before.</p> + +<p>But finally, just +before noon, Mogar’s tremendous thought-force thundered at the younger +god out of the Lesser Magellanic Cloud and rolled across ninety +thought light-years of space to the constellation Bootes, where +Dalen was trying to settle a territorial dispute between two solar +system deputies who had been involved for eighteen centuries over the +jurisdiction of a newly formed binary system.</p> + +<p>Mogar’s thought-force +said: “Your theories are preposterous and repellent. No entity in +physical shape can ever learn to live a useful life. For one thing, +they seldom evolve the quality of infinite age. And records will +show that in all the II Supergalaxy no species of biped with an +opposed thumb has ever been able to live peacefully with itself. +All such species are self-destructive.”</p> + +<p>A great rumbling came from +the Cloud, accompanied by trillion mile streams of sullen fire, and +then Mogar’s thought-force, muttered but still understandable at +that distance, came again: “When you have been in the Council long +enough to become oriented, you will see that these ideas of yours are +nothing but sentiment, and have no place in a council of the gods.”</p> + +<p>The energy-nucleus that was Dalen absorbed these thoughts, and at +length sent his answer back to the Cloud:</p> + +<p>“Sire, your venerable age +and your seniority on the Galactic Council cause me to answer you with +deep respect, but I find it impossible to agree.”</p> + +<p>Mogar’s thought +returned like cosmic lightning: “Then you will, I suppose, appeal to +the Supergalactic Conference.”</p> + +<p>Dalen evaded this trap. His answer +swept back across the light-years of the galaxy’s length quietly but +strongly:</p> + +<p>“Sire, I do not think that is necessary.”</p> + +<p>And of course it +was not necessary. While all the nine gods in the Galactic Council had +authority in any part of the galaxy, and even certain rights anywhere +in the Milky Way Supergalaxy, in practice each member of the council +ruled a particular sphere of the galaxy, and by unwritten law might +do anything he wished in that region as long as he did not upset the +dynamic balance of neighbor regions.</p> + +<p>That was where Mogar came in, and +why it was necessary to secure his approval before actually beginning +the experiment. For Mogar’s ancient seniority on the council and his +resultant familiarity with all conditions in the Galaxy of Orion (the +IXth) had made him a sort of deputy of the Supergalactic Conference, +and they had actually given him a temporary appointment as Director of +Creation in the IX Galaxy. Temporary, though he had already held it for +several ages. The higher gods were very conservative.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>So it was most +desirable to secure Mogar’s approval on any project involving creation, +for creation involved the welfare of neighboring regions. But Mogar, +long embittered by his own failure to advance beyond the Galactic +Council, valued the small eminence his appointment gave him, and had +adopted a policy of conservatism as his best means of preserving it. +Therefore he could be expected to oppose on principle any experiment +the failure or success of which might upset the dynamic balance of the +galaxy and throw a shadow on his judgment, and the successes of which +could only react favorably to the god who should bring it +about.</p> + +<p>Dalen considered Mogar’s opposition for the century-long space +of a galactic heart-beat. This wasn’t a good start for Dalen to make +in the council.</p> + +<p>It was well known throughout the entire IV Universe +that Mogar was old and crotchety, perhaps even vindictive. Those +very weaknesses had long ago cost Mogar a seat in the Supergalactic +Conference, but that wasn’t the worst of it. If Mogar had progressed +in the usual fashion from the last Beginning, he would by now have had +a seat in the mighty Cosmic Chamber.</p> + +<p>So the situation exhibited still +more serious aspects. Mogar, having seen many younger gods pass him +in the long climb upward through the several eternities from the last +Beginning, consistently delighted in showing younger gods their place, +and under the Laws of Hierarchy, a younger god who lost face would be +relegated to some quiet Constellation Committee until the next End and +reorganization of the Cosmos. Mogar was known to throw obstacles in +the way of every young and ambitious god, and then watch them sharply +for a chance to catch them off-guard.</p> + +<p>Dalen knew these things. He had +been warned by his friend, the middle-aged god Lennat, who had +been one of Mogar’s early victims. Lennat had lost a test of strength +with Mogar and had been assigned to the obscure constellation, Tracho, +where there had not been even a nova explosion for more eons than +Dalen could remember.</p> + +<p>Dalen considered these things, and he knew what +billions of years of inactivity could do to a god’s mind. Even now +he felt the lightly restraining touch of Lennat’s thought-force, a +little dulled by long disuse. He felt grateful for Lennat’s interest, +and yet he had an idea that was more than just that—it was an ideal.</p> + +<p>Dalen wanted to see a species evolve that could temper intelligence +with sentiment.</p> + +<p>Dalen’s belief was that intelligence alone, even +the unusually high forms developed by certain Arachnids and some +Centipods, was not the most pleasing form of life. He believed that +sentiment—even though unsupported in logic—had a definite place in +the cosmic aim of finally conjunctive symbiosis, because it provided +the most comfortable form of relationship, and there no longer was +any argument even among the gods that comfort was the Ultimate Aim.</p> + +<p>So Dalen wished to give such an entity an opportunity to evolve. He +knew there would be definite limitations. For one thing, there could +be only two forms: avian or mammalian.</p> + +<p>The birds and the mammals were +the only two forms that developed a great deal of conjunctive feeling, +and so his choice was necessarily limited to them. He preferred avian +for its ability to leave a solid surface, but he liked mammalian +for its inevitable eagerness to develop an opposed thumb. And the +opposed thumb, Dalen believed, was the quickest answer to any sort +of technical progress.</p> + +<p>Some of the gods held that technical progress +was undesirable, that any form of life would more quickly evolve into +the abstract forms such as pure energy, thought-force, and so on, if +they should lack technical ability. But Dalen saw desirable things in +technics, as he saw desirable things in sentiment, and he had been +determined for several ages that he would some day put his theory +into effect.</p> + +<p>Just now Dalen hesitated, not because he was afraid, but +from caution stirred by his knowledge of Mogar’s ancient shrewdness. +Mogar mistook his hesitation for weakness, and his next thought rolled +powerfully and triumphantly from the Magellanic Galaxy, across the +intervening vacuum, back to the IXth and through its length to Bootes +again:</p> + +<p>“Then, perhaps, you will challenge me.”</p> + +<p>Dalen perceived the note +of condescension. He knew that Mogar had challenged many ambitious +young gods, and had never lost a test, but still Dalen did not rise +to the taunt.</p> + +<p>“No, sire, I am not at this time going to challenge +you,” Dalen answered evenly.</p> + +<p>Mogar’s guffaw thundered across the +intergalactic void.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>But Dalen had not been elected to the council from +the committeeship of the Constellation Hercules for his caution. At +once he reached out to the other galaxy with his sensitive perceptory +faculties and probed lightly at Mogar’s mind.</p> + +<p>Dalen recently had +begun to suspect that the elder god had retained some of the lower +mind-centers that were distinctly ungodlike. Now was a chance to +find out. But almost as soon as Dalen tried, he was chagrined. He +touched one of the intricately convoluted hyper-centers, but it was +shielded.</p> + +<p>That was embarrassing. Mogar would know that he had tried, +and by evening every god on the council would know that the newcomer +from the LIII Constellation Committee had tried to probe old Mogar’s +mind and had failed. But Dalen was not a god to back away from his +chosen course.</p> + +<p>He felt that his power was somewhat diminished by the +unusual distance, for Mogar was visiting outside his own galaxy today. +Dalen channeled his energy through the fifth-dimension space-warp, +which offered zero resistance, and in traversing the long parsecs of +the galaxy, he gained six years in time before he reached the point +in the galaxy nearest Mogar in the Cloud. There he halted and struck +suddenly and with all the normal power of his faculties at the depths +of Mogar’s mind.</p> + +<p>He hit first the reflexive center, but there he met +a solid wall of force, and then, because he could shift his probing +lance faster than Mogar could erect shields, he stabbed at what would +have been Mogar’s instinctive level. He was astounded to find that, +too, protected.</p> + +<p>Dalen had expected to find the lower centers unguarded, +because it required untold trillions of macro-ergs of energy to erect +a single shield, and Mogar would spend centuries replenishing that +energy from atomic dissolution. But also because attempting to probe +an elder god’s mind was an audacious thing, and Dalen had not expected +Mogar would anticipate it.</p> + +<p>But Mogar had, and was taking no chance. +Dalen did not hesitate. He had committed himself, so he stabbed +again, and this time with tremendous power. He funneled his probing +force through the spiral timewarp of the sixth dimension, to give it +infinitely compounded power, and with all this inconceivable kinetic +momentum he stabbed repeatedly at successively lower layers of the +elder’s mind, far past the instinctive and even into the inanimate—but +without success.</p> + +<p>By now he was ashamed. The newcomer was now only a +smart aleck. But Dalen had not finished. How the elder god at his age +could endure the awful energy-drain of completely shielding himself +was more than Dalen could understand. What Dalen did understand by +now was that Mogar definitely would not allow anyone to penetrate +his mind.</p> + +<p>That was a shock as Dalen realized the implications. Why +should a god shield his mind-centers at such a frightful cost of +energy? There could be but one answer, and it frightened Dalen a +little. It meant that Mogar <i>did</i> have disjunctive thoughts +and perhaps even feelings. It meant that even if +Mogar should withdraw his +opposition nominally, he would be glad to see the experiment fail, and +he might even help it to fail.</p> + +<p>That would be a vicious handicap for +Dalen. The evolution of a race was subject to many perils; evolving +a particular species was a hot-house sort of process that would take +several billion years and much careful nurturing. If another god should +be opposed, he could destroy the entire experiment, for instance, +by dropping a spore of some malignant virus into the midst of the +species—a virus for which the race would be unprepared and against +which it would have no resistance. That was only one of infinite ways +to eliminate an undesirable species.</p> + +<p>So now it was obvious to Dalen +that his only recourse was to break down the barriers to Mogar’s +mind. He had not intended this, but Mogar was forcing it. If he did +break through the shields, then Mogar himself would be relegated, for +the entire supergalaxy would know it instantly.</p> + +<p>So now Dalen, having +unintentionally worked himself into a spot where it was relegation for +one or the other, gathered his energy. There was one way in which he +felt positive that he could break through Mogar’s protection, even at +this great distance. This was by way of the ninth-dimension elliptical +spiral. Dalen had never used it, for it was prohibited to any god +below the council, but if he could manipulate it into operation he +could combine it with the sixth and his infinitely compounded power +would be also infinitely squared.</p> + +<p>There was one drawback. According to +Dalen’s calculations, a combination of the sixth and the ninth would +require an output on Dalen’s part of power to the extent of something +like 8.4 times ten to the twentieth power macro-ergs-and that would be +Dalen’s last effort. He would have to rest for a while after that. If +it didn’t succeed, he reflected, there would be eternities to rest.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>He +concentrated his energy facilities and spiraled them to full power, +sucking the last quantum of pure energy from every available atom, even +stripping binding energy, and poured it all into his utilization of +the two dimensions. Dalen was a young god and a strong god, and it was +utterly inconceivable that any god could stand up against that enormous +combination of power.</p> + +<p>By now the entire IV Universe knew that he and +Mogar were fighting it out. Tightness pervaded Dalen’s thought-force +which +was flung out along the edge of the galaxy. The mighty power of the +two dimensions swirled together and lashed out across the interstellar +void, gathering momentum as it traveled in ever-increasing spurts.</p> + +<p>Perhaps the very first tongue of this energy touched Mogar, when +unexpectedly his chuckle—a little forced, it seemed to Dalen—rolled +back across the void. He said, as if amused:</p> + +<p>“Where do you propose to hold this experiment?”</p> + +<p>Dalen relaxed gratefully and allowed the +controls to ease from his mind-centers. So Mogar had enough. Mogar +had backed down. Only an old god of long seniority could do that +without losing face, and also, Dalen understood, that was Mogar’s +only way out. Dalen knew now that he would have broken through, and +in a way he wished he had. It would have eliminated Mogar’s future +unofficial opposition. But Mogar had chosen to break the deadlock, +and that was Mogar’s right, so Dalen accepted the gesture.</p> + +<p>“I intend +to develop a new solar system, to be known as the XXXVI, out on the +fringe of the galaxy, and attached for administrative purposes to my +home Constellation Hercules. I will choose one of those planets, sire, +to be populated.”</p> + +<p>Mogar snorted so loudly it could be heard in the +VIII Galaxy. “It will take you two billion years to get a biped. I +say give the planet a shower of germanium isotope rays and everything +but insects will kill themselves off quickly. Then in a few million +years you will have an insect civilization to be proud of.”</p> + +<p>But Dalen +was firm in his answer. “No, sire. I believe the opposed-thumb biped +may prove to be a very desirable life-form. This planet will be only +one of ten quadrillion in the Milky Way Super-Galaxy. I think it +is not too extravagant to use it as an experiment. It is under the +jurisdiction of my home constellation, sire,” he said pointedly.</p> + +<p>Now +Mogar grumbled, and a billion cubic parsecs of cosmic dust exploded +before his ire and streamed into the vacuum of intergalactial space. +“Very well, then. I withdraw my opposition. But you will see that I am +right, and at next week’s meeting I shall expect a report from you on +the outcome.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, sire,” Dalen said respectfully. He turned in the +space between two stars, and began traveling back toward Hercules. He +felt now the astonishment in the minds of Lennat and the seven members +of the council. Yes, Dalen was audacious. He was young and perhaps +impetuous, to brave the wrath of a god like Mogar. Dalen knew now that +the other members of the council felt as he did, that Mogar would go +to any length to prevent Dalen’s success with the experiment.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>Dalen +resolved more firmly that it should succeed, but it was a heavy load +that he bore as he made arrangements for two stars to meet in the outer +void of the IX Galaxy. His realization of the difficulties ahead was +lightened by only one thought: If he could create the race he wanted, +he would be very proud. Even without Mogar’s opposition, the odds +were heavy against him. The gods did not like to see their precedents +broken.</p> + +<p>But the one thought lightened Dalen’s mind: if he should +succeed, he would be very proud. No doubt it would mean his elevation +to the Supergalactic Conference and perhaps even to the Dioclave. So +Dalen’s mind-force was busy with ideas and plans. In fact, he realized +a little wryly, he was almost exuberant. He had even selected a name +for his experimental species. He would call it “Man,” and by this time +next week the entire Supergalaxy would know whether an opposed-thumb +biped could be a desirable entity.</p> + +<p>This was a good day’s work.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"></div> +<div class="transnote"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="Transcribers_note">Transcriber’s note:</h2> + +<blockquote> +<p>This etext was produced from Rocket Stories, September 1953 (Vol. 1, +No. 3.). Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. +copyright on this publication was renewed.</p> + +<p>Obvious errors have been silently corrected in this version, but minor +inconsistencies have been retained as printed.</p> + +<p>New original cover art included with this eBook is granted to the +public domain.</p> +</blockquote> +</div> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78935 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/78935-h/images/cover.jpg b/78935-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0c8ce33 --- /dev/null +++ b/78935-h/images/cover.jpg |
