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Its opposite side slid into view. Kirk was lying on it, eyes closed, pressed down, immobile. The ceiling's other machine, descended over him, covered him from breast to thighs.
Pointing to it, Korby said proudly, "This is how we make an android robot."
With a signal to Ruk, he went over to a wall of con-trol panels. He twisted a knob. Blue lights flashed deep, blinding, within the instrumentation that masked the alter-nately passing mold-form and the body of Kirk. The heavy dynamos glowed red, throbbing under impulses of power flowing to them from the control panel. When Korby made an adjustment to increase the turning speed of the table, a dizziness seized Christine. She leaned back against an equipment cabinet, her eyes shut against the vertigo. When she opened them, the blue lights were blazing, pulsating to the rhythm of a human heartbeat. And the table was spin-ning now, blurring the forms it held in a haze of speed so fast they appeared to be one.
Unknowingly she was wringing her hands. Korby left the panel to take them in his. "Don't be afraid for him. I promise you, he's not being harmed in any way."
She found stumbling words. "To fix a man to a table like a lab specimen on a slide... I don't... Oh, Roger, what's happened to you... ? I remember when I sat in your class..." Tears choked her. "You wouldn't even consider injuring an animal, an insect... Life was sacred to you... It was what I loved about you..." She was openly weeping.
He took her in his arms. "I haven't changed, Chris-tine. This is just a harmless demonstration to convince his skeptical, military mind. Please try and understand. If I'd beamed up to his ship with Brown and the others, they would have been objects of mere curiosity, freaks-the ori-gin of wild rumors and destructive gossip."
"You don't know Captain Kirk!" she cried.
He patted her shoulder. "Now is the time to watch most carefully..." He left her to make some new, precise adjustment on the panel. Apparently, the table had reached its maximum acceleration. It was slowing down. In mingled amazement and horror, Christine caught a glimpse of the mold-form. It had assumed detailed human shape, human skin tones. The table came to a halt before her. Its niches held two identical Kirks.
Triumphant, Korby came back to her. "Which of the two is your captain, Christine? Can you tell?"
She shook her head. "I don't... know. I don't know -anything any more."
"This one is your captain," Korby said. "Do you see any harm that's been done him?"
Kirk's eyes opened. Immediately aware that he couldn't move, he was struggling against the appliance that covered him when he saw Korby. His jaw muscles hard-ened; and he was about to speak when he decided to listen, instead. For Korby was expounding to Christine. "The an-droid's synthetic organs are now all in place. We merely synchronized them with Kirk's autonomic nervous system, duplicating his body's rhythms. Now we must duplicate his mental patterns..."
A glimmer of realization came to Kirk. He saw Korby move to another control panel. He saw Andrea slip into the laboratory. And Ruk had gone into a crouch at the dyna-mo near his feet. He sensed what Korby was going to say before he said it. "Ruk, we're ready for final synaptic fu-sion. Andrea, stand by the cortex circuits. This android we're making will be so perfect, it could even replace the captain. It will have the same memories, the same abilities, the same attitudes..."
The implications of the boast were so appalling that they stimulated Kirk to a scurry of thinking faster than any he'd ever done in his life. As Korby shouted, "Activate the circuits!" he contorted his face with fury. As though mum-bling to himself, he muttered, "Mind your business, Mr. Spock! I'm sick of your halfbreed interference! Do you hear me? Mind your business, Mr. Spock! I'm sick of your halfbreed-"
In midsentence a spasm of agony convulsed his body. Bolts of lightning seemed to split his head. The dynamo's hum screamed to an ear-shattering roar. Then the pain, the lightning, the roar were all over. Distraught, Christine ran to him. "I'm all right," he said. "It seems to be finished."
Korby came for her. "And now, my dear, you can meet my new android."
He gave the table a rotating twist. On it lay a perfect replica of Kirk. Its eyelids fluttered. Its gaze fastened on Christine and its lips moved in Kirk's characteristic smile of recognition. It said, "Nurse Chapel, how nice to see you."
Hostess Andrea was serving a meal to Christine in the study when Korby's new android opened its door. It was wearing Kirk's uniform.
"May I join you?" it said, seating itself at the table. "The doctor tells me I'm more or less on parole now. He thought you and I might like a little time together."
Christine whispered, "Captain, what are we... ?"
The android also lowered its voice. "We've got to find a way to contact the ship."
"I don't know what's happened to Roger." She looked despairingly into what she thought were Kirk's eyes.
"If I gave you a direct order to betray him, would you obey it, Christine?"
She bowed her head. "Please, Captain. Don't ask me to make such a choice. I'd rather you pushed me off the precipice where Matthews died."
Andrea placed a bowl of soup before her. "Thank you," she said. "I'm not hungry."
Her table companion also pushed its bowl aside. "I'm not, either," it said. "But then I am not your captain, Nurse Chapel. We androids don't eat, you see."
She'd thought she'd had all the shocks she could take. But there was a cat-and-mouse aspect to this last one that chilled her. She'd been about to confide her heartbreak to this manufactured thing masquerading as Kirk. She pushed her chair back and rose from the table just as Korby en-tered the study. The real Kirk was with him-a pale, hag-gard Kirk clad in the kind of nondescript lab outfit which Brown had worn.
He sniffed at the smell of food. "I'm hungry," he said; and turning to Korby, added, "That's the difference between me and your androids, Doctor."
His replica got up from its chair. "The difference is your weakness, Captain, not mine."
"Eating is a human pleasure," Kirk retorted. "Sadly, it is one you will never know."
"Perhaps. But I shall never starve, either," the an-droid said.
Kirk looked at Korby. "It is an exact duplicate?"
"In every detail."
Kirk spoke directly to the duplicate. "Tell me about Sam, Mr. Android."
The answer came promptly. "George Samuel Kirk is your brother. Only you call him Sam."
"He saw me off on this mission."
"Yes. With his wife and three sons."
"He said he was being transferred to Earth Colony Two Research Station."
"No. He said he wanted a transfer to Earth Colony Two."
Korby intervened. "You might as well try to out-think a calculating machine, Captain."
"Obviously, I can't," Kirk said. "But we do have some interesting differences."
Korby was annoyed. "Totally unimportant ones." Abruptly, he dismissed his perfect android; and seating him-self at the table, motioned Kirk and Christine to chairs. "Bring food," he told Andrea. "Lots of it. The captain is hungry."
As Kirk began eating, he leaned forward. "You haven't guessed the rest, have you? Not even you, Christine. What you saw was only a machine-only half of what 1 could have accomplished had I continued the process of duplication. I could have put you, Captain-your very consciousness into that android." He smiled faintly. "Your very 'soul' if you prefer the term. All of you. Brown was an example. My assistant was dying. I gave him life in android form."
Intensity came into his voice. "Yes, humans converted into androids can be programmed-but for the better! Can you conceive how life would be if we could do away with jealousy, greed, hate?"
Kirk said, "That coin has an opposite side, Doctor. You might also do away with tenderness, love, respect."
Korby slammed his fist on the table. "No death! No disease, no deformities! Even fear can be programmed out to be replaced with perpetual peace! Open your mind, Captain! I'm speaking of a practical heaven, a new Paradise-and all I need is your help!"
"I thought all you need
ed was my 'open mind,' " Kirk said.
"I've got to get transportation to a planet with the proper raw materials. There must be several possibilities among your next stops. I'm not suggesting any diversion from your route. I myself want no suspicion aroused. I simply want to begin producing androids more carefully, selec-tively..."
Under his chair Kirk's hand had found a thong that bound its joints together. He located one end of it. "I can see your point," he said. "Any publicity about such a proj-ect could only frighten uninformed prejudice."
Korby nodded. "My androids must be widely infiltrat-ed into human societies before their existence is revealed. Otherwise, we'd have a tidal wave of superstitious hysteria that could destroy what is right and good. Are you with me, Captain?"
Christine was staring at Korby in unbelief. Had the years of loneliness sent him mad? To advance such a cooperation to the captain of a Federation Starship! But Kirk was taking it quietly. "You've created your own Kirk, Doc-tor. You don't need me."
"I created him to impress you, Captain, not to replace you."
"You'd better use him," Kirk said. "I am impressed -but not the way you intended." He had the thong unraveled now.
"Ruk!" Korby called. "Ruk, take the captain to his quarters!"
As the hairless Caliban approached him, Kirk sat still, his hand busy with a slipknot he was putting into the cord under his chair. When Ruk reached for his shoulder, he tensed for action. All in one fast move, he ducked under Ruk's arm, leaped for Korby; and, dropping the slipknot over his head, jerked it tight around his throat. Then he ran for the door. Ruk made a lunge for him but was halted by the sound of Korby's agonized choking. Turning, he saw Korby fall from his chair, hands clawing at the cord that was throttling him. He hesitated. Then he returned to Kor-by to loosen the noose.
Christine went to help him. But Korby, furious, pushed her away. "Get after-" he broke off, coughing. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Get after him, Ruk. Stop him. I have no more use for him. You understand?"
Ruk understood. So did Christine. She heard the growl rumble in the great chest as Ruk made for the door. She followed him, calling, "Ruk! Ruk, stop!" She could see the huge android speeding down the lighted corridor toward what she thought were Kirk's quarters. Then the fig-ure disappeared around a corner. She turned with it into an unlighted passageway, still calling, "Ruk, stop! The doctor told you to obey my orders. Stop!"
The speed of the running footsteps increased. She raced on. "Ruk, where are you? I order you not to harm him! Do you hear me? He is not to be harmed! Ruk, where are you?"
He'd vanished into the darkness. And the character of the passage had changed. Its stone floor had become uneven and she stumbled over a pebble. It flung her against a rough, unpolished rock wall. The blackness swallowed the sound of the footsteps.
But Kirk heard them pounding behind him. He'd come to the end of the passage and was clambering over rocks. He fell into a gully between two boulders. He clung to one of them, listening.
"Captain Kirk?"
It was Ruk's voice, echoing hollowly among the rocks. Kirk hauled himself up over a boulder; and began to edge forward again through the pitch blackness, groping along a wall.
"Captain Kirk..."
The sound of the footsteps had ceased. But he could hear Ruk's heavy breathing, somewhere close. Frantically, Kirk felt around him for some kind of weapon. A sharp stalagmite jutted up from the floor. He wrestled with it It was immovable. Desperate now, he seized a rock and crashed it over the stalagmite's pointed end. It broke. He scrabbled around among its pieces and found a club-like shard of it.
There came a hushed whisper. "Captain Kirk? Where are you?"
Now it was Christine's voice. Kirk peered into the darkness-and was about to answer when he remembered Ruk's trick of voice imitation.
It came again-Christine's voice. "Captain Kirk, help! I've lost my way! Don't leave me here..."
Was it Christine? Or was it Ruk? There was no way of telling. Kirk tightened his hold on bis rock weapon. It just might be Christine, lost in this labyrinth of under-ground pathways. He might as well answer. The suspense was as difficult to bear as any fact would be. And he had taken all the precautions it was possible to take.
"Over here, Christine," he said.
Darker than the dark, the monstrous android loomed toward him, surefooted, moving easily, swiftly. Kirk strug-gled for solid rock under his feet, pivoted and was swinging his arm back for the strike when the edge of the rock that held him crumbled.
The solid footing he'd struggled for bordered a chasm. It fell away beneath him as sheer and deep as the one that had lost him Matthews. His fingertip clutch on its run was his clutch on life. He fought to maintain it against the rain of stones disturbed by the crumbled edge. One struck his head. He looked up to see Ruk leaning over it. He became aware that his fingers were weakening.
More debris loosened. The rock he clawed at cracked. As it gave way, Ruk's arm snaked down to seize one of his wrists. They exchanged a long look. Then slowly Ruk hauled him back up.
Spock saw the bridge elevator open. Kirk walked out of it and turned to stride down the corridor that led to his quarters. Spock hurried after him. "Captain!" he called. "I've just received word that you had beamed up."
Kirk was at his desk, leafing through a drawer for his command orders. "Doctor Korby has considerable cargo coming aboard, Mr. Spock. I'll have to go over our desti-nations schedule with him."
Spock looked at the packet in his hand. Surprised, he said, "You're going back down with the command orders, sir?"
"Mind your business, Mr. Spock!" Kirk shouted sav-agely. "I'm sick of your halfbreed interference! Do you hear me? Mind your business, Mr. Spock! I'm sick of your halfbreed-"
Shocked, Spock stood stock-still. Kirk moved for the door. Spock, confounded, still staggered, tried again. "Are you feeling all right, Captain?"
All hardness had left Kirk's voice. He spoke quietly, his customary, courteous self. "Quite all right, thank you, Mr. Spock. I'll beam up shortly with Dr. Korby and his party." He eyed Spock, puzzled. "You look upset, Mr. Spock. Everything all right up here?"
The Vulean looked as bewildered as he'd ever permitted himself to appear. He finally decided to compromise with a noncommittal, "No problems here, sir."
He got himself a nod, a friendly smile and Kirk's exit to the corridor. But his sense of dismayed shock persisted. He went over to the intercom button in the cabin and hit it.
"Security, this is First Officer Spock. Status of your landing party?"
"Ready and standing by, sir."
"Wait until the captain has beamed down. Then have them meet me in the Transporter Room. All of the party, the captain included."
He was asking for trouble with Kirk. On the other hand, trouble between them already existed.
Korby was pleased with his new android's perfor-mance. He shuffled through the command-orders packet and his android said, "I've looked them over. You'll find planet Midos V an excellent choice." It indicated a sheet among the others on Korby's desk.
"A small colony. And abundant raw materials." He rose. "You've made a good beginning, Captain Kirk."
"Thank you, Doctor," it said. "I felt quite at home on the Enterprise."
Down the corridor Kirk lay on the bed in his quarters, thinking, thinking. His life had been saved, but to what purpose he couldn't see. The Enterprise hijacked by the thing that wore his uniform... Some planet, perhaps the galaxy itself, doomed to be peopled by non-people... Humanoid life extinguished by the machines of Korby's making.
The door hummed open. Andrea entered with a tray of food. She placed it on the table.
Kirk sat up on his bunk. "Kiss me, Andrea," he said.
She kissed him. Then the cortical circuit that had obeyed a former order to kiss him activated the one connect-ing the kiss with a slap. She drew her hand back to strike him when Kirk seized it. "No," he said. He got up. Taking her in his arms, he gave her the most impassioned kiss in
his repertoire. She liked it. But her circuitry protested. From somewhere in her came the tiny whine of a hard-pressed coil.
Panic-stricken, her responses chaotic, she pushed him away, crying, "Not you..not programmed for you..."
She went weaving, half-reeling toward the door. Kirk, alarmed, followed her, only to find Ruk standing guard in the corridor.
His eyes on Kirk, Ruk said, "To maintain your life is illogical."
"Why?" Kirk said.
Ruk didn't answer. Under the hairless scalp, his brain seemed to be fighting with a swarm of thoughts that confused him more cruelly than Andrea's terrified response to the kiss. Finally, he said. "You are no longer needed here."