"Why didn't she return to her family here?" Jack asked.
The man grimaced. "What family? When the Gaol found out she was gone, poof! So was her community."
Jack looked at Tappy. She nodded. She had known throughout that she was orphaned. The Earth cover-story had been accurate in essence if not in detail. That was the price of being the host of the Imago.
"So where are you going?" Jack asked her. For she had certainly been headed somewhere with great urgency.
"That is what we want to know," the man said. "So we can stop her from getting there. But it no longer matters, because we have captured the Imago."
"Don't you wish!" Jack exclaimed. "You're not locking Tappy up drugged for the rest of her life! I'll radiate her into nothingness first!" This time he was telling the truth: death was better than that. He saw her nod; she agreed.
Then there was a faint flash. Jack did not lose consciousness, or even feel pain. He simply lost his volition. The minions of the empire had closed in on them and used some sort of weapon. He had talked too long, and been caught. Worse, he had betrayed Tappy into their power.
Now other men appeared. "Good job, 'Joe," " one said, mockingly using the name Jack had bestowed on the man. "You kept them distracted until we were sure of our shot."
Jack had after all played the fool. He had been so interested in what he was learningabout Tappy that he had not kept properly alert, and they had crept up close. No wonder Joe had been so cooperative, once he got started talking! It hadn't mattered how much Jack learned, so long as he was kept occupied.
"Get up, follow that man," the new man said to Jack and Tappy, indicating a man who was now standing nearby.
Jack got up and followed the man, and Tappy did the same.
His body was not paralyzed, just his control over it. He had to do what anyone told him.
"Go to the container and get the null dose," the leader told the one they had been talking to. Now that man got up; apparently he, too, had lost his volition.
Jack found that though his body obeyed the directive, his mind remained free. He could think anything he wanted, for what little good that might do him. So he pieced together the remaining elements of what had happened.
The weapons the men carried were not for killing or stunning, -but for blocking off the mind's conscious control of the body.
They probably generated an intense local field that affected all people in it, but did not extend far. So one shot had taken out 'all three of them in the niche, but not those standing beyond This was surely a necessary limitation. That explained why the men pursuing them had not fired at them before: they had get within the short range of the will-stunner before using t. The radiator seemed to have no such limit, so had been a ',arsome counterweapon. If only he had remained alert with The anonymous leader made them march toward the huge cage lip, which it seemed was called the container. That made sense; was used to contain fleeing people. But for the radiator, it would flee contained them e dively enough. Now they had lost the distor. What a mess he had made of this! He should have let e-fliforination go, and kept running with Tappy:As they approached the ship, he saw that the hole the rad'ahad carved through the giant rim was smaller. No one was working on it; the thing seemed to be healing itself! At the rate it was going, in a few more hours the injury would be gone.
Injury? What was he thinking of!
The rim of the container loomed high. Then a dimple appeared before them, expanding into an opening. Inside was a ramp. They stepped in, and the ramp carried them upward in the manner of an escalator.
It deposited them somewhere in the middle of the rim. Another door irised open, and they stepped into a beautiful apartment. The walls seemed to be windows on planetary scenes; the illusion would have been perfect, except that each wall showed a different planet. One had a deep green sky with two small bright suns orbiting each other; their dual shadows were slowly changing configurations and shades as he watched. Allother was night, with a few scattered stars and a monstrous neb-ala or galaxy seen end-on beyond them, taking up half the view, wondrousIy three-dimensional. Another was a cityscape whose buildings curved esthetically to touch each other at different levels; one even made a loop, which was unlooping and extending toward a different building at a fair rate. It was as if the buildings were kissing or copulating. Still another-for the walls were not set square, but angled in the manner of the interior of a faceted stone-showed a ship on a great yellow sea, and the ship flexed to accommodate the passing waves, while tiny people or creatures sported in those waves.
"Hello."
Jack would have jumped had he had control of his body. He had been standing immobile, only his eyes moving to take in the wonders of the walls. Now he looked at the woman who had spoken. She sat before a wall looking out over fairly conventional snow-covered mountains.
She was impressive. It was not that she was young, for somehow he doubted that she was, despite her remarkably firm and slender body. She wore a closed cloak that was opaque only at the fringes; her central torso showed clearly through it, her breasts so well formed that they seemed unreal, her legs slightly spread so that her manicured pubic region was plain. Jack felt an erection starting, an involuntary response to the potent suggestions of her apparel and posture.
"You may call me Malva," she said. "What may I call you?"
She looked at Jack.
Now he found he could speak. "Jack." But that was all he was able to say; his mouth would not work at his own behest.
The woman's eyes flicked to Tappy, who remained silent. They returned to Jack. "Tappy," he said. "She can't-" But he was trying to go beyond the immediate directive, and stalled out.
Malva nodded. "A block. Standard procedure." Her gaze returned to Tappy. "But you will respond appropriately by nodding." Tappy nodded.
Meanwhile Jack's gaze, drawn to Malva's head when he had to answer her, noted eyes whose irises were red. Not bloodshot, but a deep esthetic cast. Her hair was the same hue, looking natural, though no living woman had ever grown that shade. Perhaps it figured: if she had gone to the trouble to have plastic surgery on her body so she could show it off, she would think nothing of yeing heir
(I r ha' and using tinted contact lenses.
"Sit, and we shall talk," Malva said.
They sat on the blocks that slid out from the wall behind them, where the door had been. They looked like hard plastic, but they were soft, with just enough spring to be comfortable.
"I serve the Gaol," Malva said. "I am fifty-four Earth years old, but as you can see I am attractive. Without the Gaol I would be far inferior physically and mentally, and I would not have this pleasant residence or the privileges of rank. I say this so that you can appreciate the advantage of the favor of the Gaol. You will not be offered such favor, but you can avoid incurring their disfavor by timely cooperation."
The wall behind her abruptly changed scenes. Now it showed a classic inferno, a medieval representation of Hell, with tall fires forming the walls. In the foreground was a rack on which a naked human man was bound. A black-hooded tormenter was extending 4 glowing red rod toward the man's genital region.
"Any torture your mind can imagine, and a number it cannot nagine, may be visited on your body by the order of the Gaol," 4a'va said. Behind her the rod touched the man's penis, and le flesh blistered and smoked while the man's body struggled -effectively, and his mouth opened in a soundless scream of agony. "So I am sure you will not hesitate to answer my simple questions so that I can make a proper report to my masters."
She looked at Jack. "How did you come to associate with the t for the Imago?"
Jack stared a moment more at the scene beyond the woman's scious body. The red-hot rod was now cooking the victim's testicles. The scene could be a mock-up or a recording, rather than any contemporary event, but it was distressingly realistic.
He suspected that this was a bluff, similar to his own threat to radiate Tappy, but he decided not to chance it. "I was hired on Ea
rth to drive her to another address."
"What was the nature of your relationship with her there?"
Again he saw no reason to equivocate. "I was her companion, and then her lover."
Malva nodded sightly, unsurprised. The wall behind her returned to the mountainscape. "You did not low her nature, but you felt the effect. She is the Chrysalis."
"Yes.""
"How did she drop from our screens ?,"
Jack gazed blankly at her.
"You can not answer, or you will not?" she inquired, frowning .I briefly.
"I can not. I don't know what you mean." But he had just learned something: there was a choice. Apparently the loss of volition extended only to the body, not the mind. He could not speak unless she asked him to, but his mouth would not say what his mind did not authorize.
"And she will not. We can not force the Imago." Malva considered a moment, crossing her legs under the cloak. Now her pubic area was not visible, but the underside of her thigh was similarly fascinating. She was an old woman with the body of a young woman, and she knew exactly how to display it. He hardly knew her, and what he was learninghe didn't like, but his body had notions of leaping and plunging. "Would some information help you to answer?"
"do not know."
"Are you willing to answer, if you can?"
Jack did not consider himself a coward, but he knew he was no hero. If they used even the crudest of tortures on him, he would scream out all he knew about anything, or say whatever they wanted him to. He knew that had been the case with the victims of the Inquisition, and he had no doubt that this woman could have him put on exactly such a rack as the wall picture had showed. He and Tappy were captive, already lost; resistance was pointless, especially when he didn't know anything anyway.
"Yes."
The Gaol supply us with certain techniques of observation," Malva said. Now the panel behind her showed the surface of a planet that looked very much like the one they were on. "The natives are hostile to the Gaol; they do not resist openly, so are allowed to exist, but neither do they volunteer any information."
The honkers appeared, marching by in much the manner Jack had seen when he and Tappy had first arrived on this world.
"But we do not need them. We are able to survey the natural pattern of life on the planet, and to detect net changes caused by unnatural interference. Every living thing's spirit remains with it until death, and for a time after its death. A dichotomy manifested.
We traced it to the unnatural death of two salamanders. Do you understand?"
"We did kill and eat salamanders," Jack agreed. "But any animal could have done that!"
"The balance of nature is finely tuned. There was a slight excess in deaths. Next day there was a similar excess, but we could not locate it or confirm it; it was only a probability of outside interference."
So the creatures they had eaten had given away their presence! Jack had never heard of such a survey, but he had no reason to doubt it. Why should Malva lie to him, instead of torturing him?
"In due course we found their vacated spirits, and were sure," the woman continued. "We were at that point able to get a fix on the aura of the Chrysalis. Rather than intercept it immediately, we elected to wait to see where it went. That would enable us to root out whatever remaining traitors to the empire were on the planet and diminish the likelihood of any assistance being rendered to the next Imago, should it manifest here. Do you understand'?"
appalled, but he did understand. "Yes. You intended t every part of the weed."
abruptly, the aura faded," Malva said. "We had to act Iy, lest the Imago be lost. We brought the container closed the region of the aura's last manifestation."
he peered closely at Jack. "Something happened in that night which we do not understand. What damped out the aura of the -bysalis?"
Suddenly it came clear ' . The honker! The honker had injected something into Tappy that formed a tight marble-sized ball under e skin between her breasts. A timed-release capsule of a chemikit somehow counteracted the broadcast of the aura the slip tracking. Tappy, realizing that they were probably being ked, had talked to the honker when she bought food from him. The honker had accepted the pretext-what need did it have of an Earthly quarter?-and made its preparations. Then it had come and done what was necessary, returning the quarter. It had not been a sexual attack; the honker had a penis which remained unused. It had been a favor to the Imago, which the honkers surely recognized and supported. Because the small operation was painful, it had anesthetized them both, giving it time to do the job, and for the chemical to circulate slowly through Tappy's body, interfering with the manifestation of the distinctive aura.
Tappy had not known exactly how the honker was going to helpprobably the honker had not known either, until checking with others of his kind-so had been frightened at first. As a child might be frightened of the doctor, despite knowing the doctor was trying to help.
As long as any of that ball of substance remained with Tappy, the Gaol instruments could not track her. Yet what di iference did it make now? Jack had blundered them into captivity anyway.
Still, if there was any chance at all that Tappy could escape, that marble on her chest would be invaluable. It didn't slfow under her nightie, even with her jacket hanging open; though her breasts were nascent, the stretch of cloth between them masked the swelling. The minions of the Gaol, so certain of their power, had not bothered to search the captives at all. The marble had escaped notice. Jack was not about to tell this empire quislin about it.
"
Is your silence one of ignorance or resistance?" Malva inquired.
He wanted to lie, but found he could not. That requIRed TOO great an act of volition. His choice was between the truth and the refusal to answer. He refused to answer.
Malva nodded, unsurprised. "So you do know something, and the Imago has corrupted you. Let me remind you of the alternatives. There are possible advantages to cooperation-" The screen behind her showed a bed sliding out from a wall, and to this bed came the image of Malva herself, her cloak dissolving away, her breasts and buttocks quivering as she walked. From the other side came Jack, his clothing dissolving similarly away to reveal the erection he really did have. Malva lay on the bed, smiling invitingly as she spread her legs.
But Jack knew this was merely a sophisticated show. This woman had no interest in him, only in his information. She might indeed offer sex to him, to obtain it, but the moment she got it she might have his skin made into a lampshade. Meanwhile, the thought of Tappy as a drugged and imprisoned thing, kept artificially alive for most of a century, was such a horror that Malva's temptation became anathema. He remaned silent.
"And disadvantages to noncooperation," Malva continued after a moment. The bed became the rack, the curtains of the room transforming to flames, and the body on the rack became Tappy, her small breasts shaking as she writhed with fear. The Jack figure donned a hood and fetched a blazing red-tipped poker.
He extended that tip toward Tappy's genital region, angling it, threatening to rape her with it.
The substitution of Tappy as the object of torture was startling.
Not only did it show the versatility of Malva's control of the unages, it betrayed the falsity of them. There was no marbleswelling be een the image's breasts. Malva didn't know about that, and he would not tell her. He was unable to look away, but he tuned out the image as irrelevant. Malva was bluffing, and he had found her out, and now his hand was greatly strengthened.
He was learning about bluffs!
"What is your statement?" Malva inquired.
That gave him more latitude; he no longer had to betray Tappy or be silent. He called Malva's bluff. "You can not torture the Imago. You probably can't torture me either, or you would have done it by now. Your masters don't give you that much authority."
Malva pursed her lips as the mountains reappeared behind her.
"You may be ignorant, but you are not entirely stupid. It is true th
at I am limited to the mechanisms of oblique persuasion. But it is also true that the end will be the same, and that you will find it far more comfortable to deal with me than with the Gaol. I will proffer one further offer, which will not be repeated. Give me the information I require-I see that you do have it-and I will grant you one year of extremely comfortable life with the woman of our choice, which may be me or a simulation of Tappy or any other you prefer, and subsequent return unharmed to your own planet. Face the Imago."
Jack obeyed the directive. He turned to face Tappy, who stood moving. She looked like a street waif in her oversized er her nightie. Her only expression was a single small timecheek.
o, I can not force you to do ANYTHING," Malva said. "But e your host to give your companion an honest answer.
You know enough of the Gaol and their human minions to judge whether my offer will be honored if Jack agrees. You know he must make his own decision, based on the truth, so you have no motive to deceive him. Answer him: is my offer valid?"
The tear accelerated. Slowly Tappy nodded yes.
"Your answer, Jack."
It seemed like folly, since the woman would discover the marble the moment Tappy was stripped for her incarceration.
Yet two things stopped Jack from capitulating. The first was that he suspected Malva was still bluffing; she was desperate to make him tell, so was pulling out all the stops, and she wouldn't do that without good reason. So there had to be reason for him not to cooperate. Maybe there was some way to save Tappy. Or maybe it was simply that Malva was expected to handle things, and the Gaol would be annoyed with her if she left a loose end, and would demote her or replace her with a rival.
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