Astounding Science Fiction Stories Vol 1

by Anthology

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  Alarm bells rang, red lights flashed.

  Sickening with the inexorable rise of her fevered power units, the Star Lord trembled with the clangor of bells ringing in library and nursery, in lounges and dance hall, in bar and cabins, in dining rooms and theaters. The orchestra crashed to a stop, the dancers halted, startled and vaguely frightened, half laughing at themselves as they listened to the bells.

  Then silence, and the voice of Captain Evans.

  "Ladies and gentlemen. Do not be alarmed. Because of certain mechanical difficulties the Star Lord has shifted to normal space. There is no immediate danger, but purely as a precautionary measure we shall launch the lifeboats. Remember, there is no danger, but I ask each of you to proceed at once, in calm orderly fashion, to the station to which you are assigned, and there obey the orders of the officer in charge. The passengers formerly assigned to Boat C will be placed in other boats. Do not wait to go to your cabins. Proceed immediately to your lifeboats."

  The voice clicked off. A few seconds of silence, and then the quiet was broken by the patter of hurrying feet. In a moment, the public lounges were empty.

  * * * * *

  In the library, Tanya was still calling into the phone.

  "Operator, operator!" she cried. "I must speak to the Captain. It's a matter of life and death!" But the phone was dead.

  When the alarm bells rang, she listened to the announcement and then slowly put back the useless instrument. Back in her corner, she picked up her chalk, shuffled her drawings into an orderly heap, paused, and with a wry smile dropped them all to the floor and hurried away.

  A sound of crying wailed from the open door of the playroom, and she looked in to see a group of children, none of them more than six, huddled together and sobbing. She walked up to them and smiled, hands on her hips.

  "Well, small fry! What are you doing up so late? Why the big howls?"

  Still they cried, ignoring their abandoned toys. Around the room hobby horses sat quietly, alphabet blocks lay scattered, and picture books and sprawling dolls littered the floor.

  "So," she said. "Your nurses ran out on you, did they? Left you to shift for yourselves? Never mind, youngsters, Aunt Tanya will look after you. Take hands, now, and come with me."

  * * * * *

  When the alarm rang in the Bar, a glass crashed to the floor as the only son of the deutonium millionaire jumped to his feet and ran.

  Professor Larrabee deliberately finished his drink, gently put down the glass, and stood up.

  "Our final spacecap," he said. "Well, Alan, it's been a good trip, but I can't say I'm surprised at its ending. The ship had the wrong name, from the beginning."

  "We'd better hurry, Professor. We must find Tanya and the Halls."

  "You're walking too fast for me, my boy. Don't worry. They're in Boat F, with us, and we're sure to find them there."

  In the corridor leading to F station their way was blocked by the crowd, many of them still wearing the grotesque costumes of the masquerade dance, now pale and tawdry in the bright lights. Stunned with horror, they stared through the transparent wall at the gaping socket where the lifeboat had been. Crewmen formed a tight circle around the truck and the man who lay moaning on the floor. Pistols ready, they held back the crowd while Dr. Willoughby administered an intravenous shot of panedol, and Captain Evans, kneeling beside the dying man, tried to catch his whispers.

  "It was Mr. Jasperson, sir. He got me before I could do a thing. I tried to stop him."

  "You say you warned him?"

  "I called to him, sir, and said the boat wasn't ready. But he didn't give me a chance. He shot me."

  The boy closed his eyes, and Evans stood up.

  "Through an error, ladies and gentlemen, Boat F has already gone. You will please go to the other stations and wait for assignment to the other boats."

  The crowd whispered, staring uncomprehendingly at the Captain's stony face.

  "Did you ever teach mathematics, Professor?" Alan murmured. "How do you divide fifteen hundred people among four boats?"

  Larrabee only smiled, a faraway look in his eyes.

  A frightened voice cried, high and loud, "But there won't be enough room!"

  Someone screamed. Someone else started to run. In a few seconds a mob of running, panic-stricken people jammed the corridor, fighting their way out. Alan and the professor, an old man and an invalid, had no strength to resist and were helplessly carried along by the living wave.

  "Stop those people!" shouted the Captain.

  A gun fired into the air and the mob hesitated, then surged on, shouting, past the lounges, to join the throngs waiting at the other stations.

  "It's no use," said Evans wearily. "Chief Thayer. Send men to all the stations to guard the boats. You proceed to Boat E and load it first. If any person tries to force his way in, shoot to kill!"

  * * * * *

  In their small cabin, Dorothy Hall raised herself on one elbow and looked down at her sleeping husband. His hair was rumpled, his face calm and placid.

  "Tom," she whispered. "Wake up, Tom!" Mumbling sleepily, he opened his eyes, then smiled and tried to draw her down to him.

  "Wait, Tom. Did you hear the Captain's message?"

  "What message?"

  "I was so sleepy I didn't understand it very well. Something about the ship, and we must all go to our lifeboats."

  "You must have been dreaming. What time is it?"

  "Not quite midnight. Do you think everything is all right?"

  "Of course. You just had a bad dream. The Star Lord can't be in any trouble. You know that."

  "Don't you think we ought to go see?"

  Playfully he towsled her hair. "Trying to get away from your husband? Tired of me already?"

  Relaxing, she snuggled down beside him with a happy sigh.

  "I'd never be tired of you, Tom, in a million years. Wherever you are, that's where I want to be, always."

  She closed her eyes.

  * * * * *

  The children were no longer afraid, and they had stopped crying. Leading them through the maze of corridors towards Boat station F, Tanya laughed and told them jokes until, reaching a corner, she suddenly found the passage blocked with a screaming mass of people, fighting, gouging, jamming the hall so that forward movement was almost impossible. She drew back, huddling the children behind her.

  "No place for us here, youngsters," she said. "Let's go back, where it isn't so noisy."

  Obediently they followed her back to the library, where she settled them in her favorite corner and picked up the abandoned chalk and paper.

  "Now Aunt Tanya will tell you a story," she said. "And if you're very good and don't cry at all, I'll even draw you some pictures to go with the story. Once upon a time...."

  * * * * *

  There was not enough room. A lifeboat which had been designed to carry two hundred and fifty persons could not suddenly expand to take in three hundred and seventy-five, although Chief Thayer did his best. At Boat E he stood with drawn pistol, sorting the crowd, and ordering them one by one through the port according to custom as ancient as the race.

  "Women and children first," he repeated, again and again. "Women and children first!"

  They could hear from distant corridors an occasional shout and the clatter of running feet, but the first panic had subsided, and under the menace of the crew's guns the people had become subdued.

  White-faced men stepped back and made themselves inconspicuous in the shadows, watching their wives and children file through the port, and looking after them hungrily. Once, a man screamed and tried to crash through the cordon. Thayer shot him, and he fell moaning to the floor. Dr. Willoughby moved through the crowd, soothing the hysterical, jollying the frightened, until he spied Alan Chase standing at the edge of the group.

  He pushed through to Alan and threw his arm around the bony shoulder, encouragingly.

  "I'm assigned to this first boat, Chase, and they'll want you
in one of the others. We want at least one medical man in each boat. But I must warn you--" he look-ed around cautiously, but they might have been alone in a desert for all chance there was of anyone's listening to them, "be sure to get off in Boats B or D. Don't wait for Boat A."

  "What difference does it make?"

  "Boat A lies above two of the Piles that had to be dumped, and the radioactivity index is sure to be high. Normal people won't be harmed in the brief time they'll be on board if they're rescued, and if they're not rescued, of course, it won't matter anyway. Even you might not be harmed, but with your condition you shouldn't take the risk."

  "But does it really matter?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean that we'd counted on my reaching Almazin III quickly and living in an inert atmosphere in order to cure the neosarcoma. Now that the Star Lord is wrecked, I may not be able to get there for months, and that will be too late. If I'm going to die, I'd rather stay with the ship and get it over with."

  "Don't be an idiot, doctor! Don't you realize how much better you are? The mitosis was definitely decreasing the last time I checked you. This delay won't be fatal, I'm convinced."

  Alan shook his head skeptically.

  "Dr. Willoughby!" called Thayer. "Boat ready to launch!"

  A grip of the hand, and he had gone. The port shut.

  Boat E, jammed with three hundred and twenty-five persons, released itself and shot out into star-studded space.

  * * * * *

  Boat B was the second to be launched, and Boat D followed.

  Keeping to the back of the crowds, Alan watched, admiring the efficiency with which Chief Thayer worked, shouting, wheedling, cursing, until three hundred and thirty people were squeezed in, like frightened cattle in a pen.

  There remained only Boat A, and from the shadows he watched nearly five hundred tense faces, drawn with the anxiety of wondering who was to go, and who remain.

  Good thing the women and children had all been taken off in the earlier boats, Alan reflected thankfully. It would be heartbreaking enough for Thayer to have to choose among the men, and say to some, Go, and to some, Stay.

  Captain Evans appeared, flanked by Thayer and Stacey, each with drawn pistol. He faced the silent crowd and spoke with terrifying calm.

  "I will take charge here," he said. "I cannot ask Thayer to take on such a responsibility. I am sure it is not necessary to tell you that there is not room enough in this boat for all of you. If rescue ships arrive in time, those who must remain behind will be taken off. If not--I realize that no human being has the right arbitrarily to send some men to life and keep others for possible death. But since choice of some sort is necessary to avoid a panic which might result in unnecessary deaths, I shall choose which ones are to enter this boat, as nearly as possible according to the random positions in which you are now standing. Anyone trying to change his place will be shot!"

  No one moved. No one spoke.

  "Thayer, you will send in two crewmen to help run the boat. You yourself will be the last man in, to take command. As for the rest--" He paused, wiped his hand over his reddened eyes, and staggered. In a few seconds he had regained control of himself, and with shoulders erect he pointed his arm and called out,

  "You go, and you, and you, and you...."

  Alan heard a low chuckle behind him, and turned to find Professor Larrabee.

  "What a climax, my boy! Do you believe in premonitions, now?"

  "Why haven't you gone?"

  "Too old, Alan. I don't want to go. My life is done. But I can't say I really mind. It's been a wonderful adventure, sharing the life and death of the Star Lord."

  The boat was nearly half full when the tense quiet was broken by the treble voice of a child.

  Captain Evans whirled to face the corridor, along which came Tanya, holding to the hands of the two smallest children, while the others clung tightly to the stiff folds of her taffeta gown.

  His stare was ghastly. "Miss Taganova! I thought you'd gone! Where have you been? And why weren't these children sent off in the other boats? Didn't you hear the warnings?"

  "Somebody's always scolding me for being late," said Tanya, lightly. "But I really couldn't help it. These children seem to have been abandoned by the nursemaids and lost or forgotten by their parents. I have been trying to amuse them until it seemed safe to bring them to you. If I'd come before they would have been trampled to death."

  "Well, luckily it's not too late. In you go, the lot of you."

  The six youngsters were scrambling through the port, and the Captain had resumed his "You, and you, and you...." when Alan darted forward and clasped Tanya's hand.

  "I just want you to know," he whispered. "If the Star Lord had gone on to port I'd never have dared say it. But since it can't matter now, Tanya--I'd like you to know--"

  She smiled. "I know, Alan. I've known it for many days. And I'd have made a good doctor's wife, I think!" Her lips were trembling as she turned away and entered the port.

  "Dr. Chase!" roared the Captain. "What are you doing here? You were supposed to go on Boat D!"

  "There isn't room for all of us, Captain. I thought the healthy men should have the preference. I prefer to stay here."

  "Personal preferences mean nothing at all at this moment. Get into the boat."

  "Let some one else have my place, sir. I haven't long to live anyway, you know. I don't mind staying behind."

  * * * * *

  The Captain steadied his pistol. "Get in. That's an order. This is no time for mock heroics. You should have gone with Boat D to look after the women and children. Whether you live a month or a year doesn't matter to me, but it is important that you use your medical skill to take care of these people until they are rescued."

  With a dazed look, Alan walked through the port.

  "And you, and you, and you...."

  Thayer called out at last. "That's all, sir. No more room."

  "None at all? You're sure?"

  "Certain, sir. The talley is three hundred and thirty...."

  Nearly a hundred men remained in the corridor. Ashen-faced but calm, they stared at the rectangular doorway which would have meant a chance to live.

  "In you go, Thayer," said the Captain. "Prepare to release."

  Into the tense silence broke the brittle clicking of high heels as Tom and Dorothy Hall sauntered up, arm in arm, a puzzled frown on their foreheads.

  The Captain moaned. "Another woman! Wait, Thayer. We've one more woman here. Which one of you men in Boat A will volunteer to give up his place to young Mrs. Hall?"

  An elderly man walked serenely back into the ship, and joined the others.

  Dorothy looked bewildered. "But what's happened? We kept hearing so much noise we decided to get up. Is something wrong?"

  "We're abandoning ship. This gentleman is giving up his place to you. Get in."

  She clung to Tom's arm. "Not without my husband!"

  "Mrs. Hall! We can't waste time on hysterics. This ship might be vaporized while we're talking. A man has given up his chance at life for you. Get in."

  She held back. "And Tom?"

  With a haggard smile, Tom pat-ted her shoulder. "Never mind me, honey. You go jump in. I'll be all right."

  "Mrs. Hall, I'm willing to deprive one man of his chance, because you are a woman. But I will not ask anyone else to give up his place to your husband. Every man in the lifeboat has as much right to his life as your husband, and so has every man who must be left behind. Go, now. It's your last chance!"

  Her face had become calm and all hint of tears was gone. Without hesitating she looked up at her husband and spoke softly.

  "Tell the man to go back. Whether we live or we die, we'll do it together." Smiling at Tom, she took his hand to lead him away.

  "Come, Tom. Let's go look at the sky. I believe these stars are real ones."

  "Close the port!"

  The door slid shut. A minute's long wait, then the boat released herself and shot out into the
blackness. The last of the lifeboats was gone.

  Professor Larrabee materialized from the shadows and approached Evans with outstretched hand.

  "Well done, Captain!"

  "You here? I'd hoped you'd gone with the others."

  "What for? My life is over. I've had my pleasures. And this way, I shall be seeing my wife all the sooner. She always loved adventure, and I shall tell her all about the Thakura Ripples. Will you join me in a drink, Captain Evans?"

  "No, thank you." His voice broke. "No. I need to be alone." He turned and strode away.

  In the privacy of his cabin he buzzed operations.

  "What news, Wyman?"

  "Slow, steady climb, sir. All piles have passed critical stage."

  Slowly he replaced the phone, and covered his eyes.

  * * * * *

  Huddled against the wall of boat F, Burl Jasperson stared out of the observation port, his cold eyes intent on the distant, fast receding lights of the Star Lord. Now that he felt himself to be safe, he was weak and exhausted. Beside him sat his secretary, a wizened little man who stared numbly at his clasped hands.

  Jasperson coughed.

  "Yes, Mr. Jasperson?"

  "Get me a panedol tablet and a glass of water. I don't suppose there's any ice, but if there is, put in some ice. I'm thirsty."

  Meekly the secretary shuffled down the long length of the boat, solitary as a ghost, to the cubicle labelled Rations. He was gone a long time, thought Burl, and when at last he returned his feet were dragging more than ever.

  "There isn't any water, Mr. Jasperson."

  "You idiot! There's got to be water."

  "I couldn't find any, Mr. Jasperson."

  "Davis!" he roared. "Davis, get me a glass of water!"

  Davis looked out from the control room. "Get it yourself. This isn't the ship's dining room any more, Jasperson. I've got other things to do now than taking orders from you."

  "But I don't know where it is!"

  "All right. I'll get it for you this time and show you where it's kept, but after this you wait on yourself."

  Leading the way to Rations, he opened a steel cupboard and reached in. Suddenly anxious, he groped about frantically, then cried, "But there isn't any water!"