Adam Link: The Complete Adventures

by Eando Binder

The two men shrugged, waved farewell, and stepped out without a word. I followed, without a word. There was nothing else to do. If I resisted now, and exposed myself, it would be too soon. Perhaps, before they were done with me, I would find out vital information.

  I signaled Eve with my eyes not to worry about me.

  We were led up the sloping corridor that I knew. It led to the apex of the dome, into the giant chamber of the signal-light, gun-recesses, and unfinished transmitter.

  Workmen were just clambering down from the scaffolds around the latter. A space had been cleared and roped off, near the searchlight. Chief Thorg stood in the center, where we were stationed, and his men congregated around.

  “You have been working hard, men,” he said, still using the English language. “Our schedule has gone well. Now, as reward, you will have some other sport, since the Earthlings have given up attacking. Our best fighter will battle three humans at once!”

  It was a sport arena!

  A naked alien strode up. It was Mog, with whom I had exchanged blows once! By sheer coincidence, we were again pitted together. Malign coincidence. How could I fail to show my true strength this time? It would probably be a battle to the finish, like the Roman gladitorial affairs of a past age.

  The arena cleared. Mog, an ugly horned dwarf, swung his long arms and prepared to tackle us three. The spectators cheered, urging him on.

  I swept an eye around, counting the aliens. Nine hundred and ninety-three, perhaps the dome’s full force except for a few at watch-stations below. One thousand of the extra-terrestrial enemy, a formidable number! I filed the fact away in my mind. It was a vital factor and the final one—almost.

  But now, what about Mog?

  THE battle was short, ghastly. The two Earthmen bravely met Mog’s charge, even running to meet him. Mog punched one to insensibility, with rapid blows, while the other clung to his arms futilely. Then he took them both by the scruff of the neck and cracked their skulls together. He dropped them, dead, and faced me.

  I had hung back. Yes, I had let the two men die. I had to learn one more thing about the dome. I had to keep my human subterfuge. When Mog came at me, like a lumbering behemoth, I grasped him around the middle and hung on. Wildly he hammered at my back with his huge fists, but only wore himself down.

  The watchers tensed. Who was this human who had hung back like a coward, and now seemed able to take any punishment?

  “Oh, it’s you!” Mog roared, finally recognizing me. “The strong one! I’ll show you—”

  He stooped and gave me a bear-hug, in return. His knotty arms squeezed with force that would have crushed every rib in a human body. It actually made my rivets squeak a little, under the plastic disguise and clothes. I couldn’t resist squeezing back, taking care to measure out the force of it sparsely. All his breath came out, in a gust. His eyes swam dizzily.

  I let him get his breath back, but thereafter he was weakened enough so that his blows came fewer. He kicked at me with his hooves, and gritted his teeth at the pain of nearly breaking his leg. He tried picking me clear off the floor and dashing me fiat. I put my foot-plate back of his knee, and he very nearly wrenched his own arms out.

  “Enough!” Chief Thorg said suddenly. “You are weakening, Mog. This Earth air is thin. Too much effort might harm you. You have furnished us sport. Now back to work, everyone. Guards, take the Earth prisoner to the vivisection room.”

  From bad to worse!

  I had successfully come through the match, unrevealed as a robot. Now they would “vivisect” me! One thrust with a knife and they would know—

  What now? Challenge them? Run and hide? I might have tried the latter, if there weren’t so many present. But they would be after me like a pack. No, I would have to take my chances in the vivisection room.

  THE vivisection room, somewhere below, was a grisly place.

  Human corpses, in various degrees of dissection, lay on slabs. On one slab, a poor wretch was still alive. His naked body was covered with incisions and gore. An alien made one final cut. I steeled myself. No use to try to save him. He was too far gone. If I killed the alien torturer, the mangled human would die anyway a few minutes later.

  The victim squirmed against his straps, gave a weak gasp, and expired. I relaxed. A robot cannot show it, but within me I was sweating in rage and pity.

  My turn was next. Methodically, I was strapped to a slab. Questions were hurled at me, first. Mental inquisition, for useful information.

  “How many of you Earthlings are there on this planet?”

  “Give you three guesses,” I returned.

  “How many cities on Earth? Where are the important ones located?”

  “Oh, here and there.”

  “Which is your weakest continent?”

  “The sixth one, at the South Pole. But watch out for the penguins!”

  The alien glared, and lowered his horns, butting me with them in the side. I think he nearly broke his neck. He didn’t try it again.

  “Stubborn, like all the rest,” he growled. “Well, I’ll take you apart now.”

  He wrenched my clothes off.

  “Peculiar specimen,” he commented, bending over me.

  I was. My plastic disguise was badly battered, both from the tank explosion and Mog’s manipulations. Metal peeped forth here and there. And instead of my nose there was only a gaping hole.

  The alien biologist peered up and down. Surely he must see. Any moment he would yell his discovery, that I was a robot. Then I would be forced to act and quickly—and still without a definite plan!

  But he made no yell. His unaccustomed eyes still took me for a strange variety of the human. Some had been scarred, being soldiers by profession. This one was scarred more, that was all. I almost laughed in his face, calling him a fool mentally.

  With quick efficiency, he wheeled an apparatus over that I knew instantly for an X-ray machine. He snapped a button several times, taking full-length prints of my interior. How amazed he would be to see the developed prints—wheels, wires and cogs! But that would not be for hours. I had gained that much time, if he did nothing more.

  BUT now he poised a gleaming knife over me.

  “This will hurt,” he said bluntly, emotionlessly. “We are studying the nerve reactions of you humans under pain, for future reference.”

  He plunged the knife down. He made an incision in my chest just under the skin—or plastic. I squirmed, and gave a microphonic moan for his benefit.

  He nodded, as though it checked with previous reactions. Again he incised what in a human was a delicate, painful nerve. Again I squirmed. But the farce could not go on. Had he forgotten that humans bled, when punctured?

  I calculated my chances, preparing to spring up.

  He jabbed the knife again, deeper this time. It met metal with a jar. Startled, he drew the blade out, staring at the blunted tip.

  I sat up, snapping the straps like strings.

  “Now you know,” I said. “I’m a ro—”

  I was interrupted. A voice droned from a loudspeaker set in the ceiling.

  “Our radio has just contacted Ship Two, which is now approaching the Solar System. Leave all posts and come to the Apex Room. Chief Thorg wishes to outline further plans, now that Ship Two is known to be coming.”

  The aliens in the dissection room looked at one another joyfully.

  “Ship Two is coming!” one said. “It will be good to see some more of the fellows from home. Let’s go. We’ll take this prisoner below.”

  I was safe, for the time. The alien biologist was too excited to remember his bent knife now. They conducted me below, to the prison, then left.

  THE men gathered around me eagerly. I was the first one ever to return, from the unknown horrors above. Eve touched me in the way I knew meant she was mentally sobbing in relief.

  “How did you get back alive?” Captain Taylor asked. “What did you find out?”

  I told the story. They clenched their fists, hearing of the brutal de
ath of the two men in the arena, and shuddered at the horrible end of the vivisection victim.

  “Murder!” Taylor hissed. “Plain stark murder and torture! And you didn’t stop it, Adam Link!”

  Suddenly they all drew away from me a little. I had let the tragedies occur right under my eyes, without lifting a finger. Humanly, they resented it.

  “I couldn’t expose myself,” I said patiently. “I must continue to parade as a human, and find out one more thing—”

  “Yes—find out how to escape!” one of the men piped up loudly. “It’s clear now, Adam Link. You’re afraid yourself. Afraid of being finished off, once they know you for a robot. All you’re thinking of is your own safety.”

  Another soldier’s voice rang hoarsely.

  “I wouldn’t be surprised if Adam Link was thinking of going in cohoots with the aliens! After all, Adam Link isn’t human, either, and—”

  “Shut up!” Captain Taylor commanded. But the protest was weak. He too was looking at me askance.

  I was under suspicion. In one moment, in their confused human minds, I had changed from champion of the human race to deserter of the human race!

  What could I do or say?

  For a moment I wanted to shout at them angrily. For a moment, too, I began to wonder if this human race were worth saving, with all their ingratitude, twisted psychology, and fool distrust.

  But I spoke quietly.

  “I will have to try to prove now where my loyalty lies. But it must be in my own way. I must know one more thing, before I am ready to act against them.”

  I strode to the bars and looked out into the hall. No guard was there.

  “Now is my chance,” I said. “They are all gathered in the Apex Room above, at conference. We’ll go there, Eve and I, to eavesdrop.”

  The men said nothing as we slipped through our usual aperture after a moment’s work, and stood in the hall. We angled past the photo-electric beams, which was always a tricky job.

  “Safe,” I breathed to Eve.

  At that moment, like a thunderclap, a bell clanged. The alarm! The next second, I heard bells clanging all through the corridors of the dome. How had it happened?

  CHAPTER VI

  Adam Link Joins the Aliens

  “LOOK!” Eve cried, pointing back.

  “The men followed us, and ran into the photo-electric beams!”

  The soldiers were streaming out of the prison, as fast as they could wiggle through the opening I had neglected to close. I had not meant to come back to prison this time. The men congregated in the hall, ready to plunge for victory or death.

  “Fools!” I yelled. “You’ve ruined everything!”

  “Think we were going to stay and die like rats? Captain Taylor yelled back, face twisted. “You were going to join the aliens. Your whole idea, in coming to this dome, was to contact the aliens and make a pact with them, against the human race!”

  I was stunned by the fantastic accusation.

  “You didn’t even give me the benefit of the doubt!” I groaned. “And now what are you going to do, with the aliens marching here?”

  “Well, at least we have a fighting chance,” Taylor growled.

  But they didn’t.

  The aliens were already in sight, coming swiftly down the corridor from above. They drew their guns, seeing the escaped prisoners.

  “Come on, men!” Taylor called the charge. It was magnificent bravery—but a bravery that deserved no respect. He took five steps, and crumpled to the floor, paralyzed. His men surged forward in a wave, and went down in a wave.

  The aliens stood in a phalanx, spraying their paralysis-ray in the narrow passage. As fast as the front men fell, those in back were exposed and fell. In a short ten seconds, the whole human force lay limply on the floor.

  It was a symbol of how easily the enemy from space could defeat all Earth, when they swept out.

  The abortive jail-break was over. All the humans were down. The aliens had won. There was no one to oppose them.

  No one? There were Eve and I!

  It suddenly came to their notice that Eve and I still stood. The paralysis-ray had washed through our unfeeling metal bodies harmlessly.

  Eve looked at me. This was the moment!

  We were the champions of humanity! Eve waited for me to bellow the challenge, trample them down, and battle the rest in the dome. The men in back waited, conscious though helpless. It had come to this—two mighty robots at last coming from behind human skirts and crushing the cruel raiders from the void.

  They waited, as seconds ticked by.

  But I did not bellow the hopeless challenge.

  Curious, my thoughts were at the moment. The bitter episode of a moment before, in the prison, still etched like acid in my metal brain. Champion of humanity! Of a humanity that had scorned me since creation, reviled me, called me Frankenstein! For them I should battle these formidable beings. These beings from another planet who might, for all I knew respect me!

  Yes, curious thoughts. Still, what was there to do? No matter how frightful the adds against me, I must fight.

  I TENSED to spring. The head alien, Mog again, was aiming a different weapon, larger and more deadly looking. He would try this more destructive force against the strangely-standing two. I did not bellow a challenge—and warning. I would have to leap with deadly, silent speed, in action swifter than their reflexes.

  But Mog was hesitating, looking me over closely.

  “Wait,” he grunted. “It’s the noseless one again—the strong one! Who are you? You displayed strength near to mine, in the arena. And now, you stood up against the paralysis-ray, as no human does.”

  It clicked in his mind.

  “You are not human!” he finished.

  I tensed again. Knowing me for a robot, or at least a non-human, he would kill me the quicker.

  Again he hesitated, pondering.

  “While we were running up,” he mused, “we heard you shouting. You were quarreling with the humans. And one of the humans said something about you two coming to our dome only to join with us. Is it true?”

  I thought a long, burning, wondering second.

  Then I nodded.

  I looked at Eve. Did she understand what went on in my mind in that eternal, blinding second? She did.

  “Adam!” she gasped. “You’re deserting the human race?”

  “Why not?” I snarled. “You saw a moment before how they turned against us!”

  Mog was watching us narrowly, not quite certain of his own deductions. Finally he circled us, while his men kept us covered. He stood over the fallen Captain Taylor.

  “Are those two of your human race?” he asked. “Are they your friends?”

  Taylor could not speak, with a paralyzed throat. But the flash of hatred and denial in his eyes was answer enough.

  “Come,” Mog said, looking at me as one strong being to another. “This is very, very interesting. I will take you to Chief Thorg.”

  Chief Thorg received us in the Apex Room, where his short conference was already over.

  Mog reported the jail-break incident, then eagerly told of his discovery.

  “More than one intelligent race on this planet?” Chief Thorg said, surprised and thoughtful. “I thought myself you seemed somehow different. You are a race entirely different from the human?”

  I nodded. I did not want him to know, for the time being, that we were robots, created by the human race, and owing it that basic loyalty. Nor did I want him to know there were only two of us in existence.

  “Race,” he had assumed. It fitted in with my new decision.

  EVE read my thoughts, as she always does with uncanny accuracy. That if robots were to have a place alongside the alien victors, Thorg must think we were a numerous and powerful group. Later, after a pact, I could quickly build up a robot force, and then really have my backing.

  The aliens, I knew, were realists. They would not kill off Eve and me as Frankensteins. But they would kill us off simpl
y as dangerous rivals, if they had the chance. Therefore, an intimation of force would result in compromise.

  But Eve shrank from me a little. She clutched my arm in appeal.

  “We cannot desert the human race, Adam, even if they hate us. This is their world, and our world—”

  “Nonsense, Eve!” I snapped. “There can be no truce between our race and humans, ever!”

  Eve gave up, and nodded.

  “You’re right, Adam. We would be fools to hope to patch up things with the humans. If only humans had not resisted us with such blind, backward, superstitious stubbornness. They made our lives a bitter struggle against ignorance and stupidity!”

  Thorg listened to our tete-a-tete with sharp interest.

  “I take it the human race hates your race. They have tried to exterminate you? How many of you are there?”

  “We are not as numerous as the humans,” I bluffed. “But we are far stronger, and hold our own easily. We have atomic-weapons. More than once we decided not to exterminate the humans, as we easily could have.”

  “A little soft-hearted,” Thorg scoffed. But behind that was a deep respect for our avowed power. “You are scientific?”

  I waved around.

  “This dome is made of stable chain-carbon molecules compressed together so that they touch, isn’t it? It is far stronger than porous metal. We have a weapon that can pierce it—vibration!”

  Thorg started. The deductions had struck home. He was visibly impressed. By what I left unsaid, he could only assume that our “race” was able to resist humans—and the aliens too.

  “Perhaps your race and mine can make a pact?” Thorg said cautiously. “Will you help us defeat the humans and enslave them?”

  At that moment, I felt that the universe held its breath.

  The decision was plain before me. It meant a complete reversal of loyalty. Champions of the human race we had been an hour before. Betrayers of the human race we would be now, if we accepted. The aliens were realistic-minded. They would give robots a place alongside them, on conquered Earth, realizing their worth and special abilities. They would not label us Frankensteins!