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.Where will they go? Well, the galaxy is surrounded by a halo of small globular clusters.The ones near the rim might be safe.Or the puppeteers may even go as far as Andromeda.They have the Long Shot for exploring if they come back forit, and they can build more.Outside the galaxy is space empty enough even for a puppeteer pilot, if he thinks his species is threatened.It's a pity.This galaxy will be dull without puppeteers, Those two-headed monsters were not only the most dependable faction in interstellar business; they were like water in a wasteland of more-or-less humanoids.It's too bad they aren't brave, like us.But is it?I never heard of a puppeteer refusing to face a problem.He may merely be deciding how fast to run, but he'll never pretend the problem isn't there.Sometime within the next twenty millennia we humans will have to move a.population that already numbers forty-three billion.How? To where? When should we start thinking about this? When the glow of the Core begins to shine through the dust clouds?Maybe men are the cowards-at the core.A Pail of Air FRITZ LEIBERPa had sent me out to get an extra pail of air.I'd just about scooped it full and most of the warmth had leaked from my fingers when I saw the thing.You know, at first I thought it was a young lady.Yes, a beautiful young lady's face all glowing in the dark and looking at me from the fifth floor of the opposite apartment, which hereabouts is the floor just above the white blanket of frozen air.I'd never seen a live young lady before, except in the old magazines-Sis is just a kid and Ma is pretty sick and miserable-and it gave me such a start that I dropped the pail.Who wouldn't, knowing everyone on Earth was dead except Pa and Ma and Sis and you?Even at that, I don't suppose I should have been surprised.We all see things now and then.Ma has some pretty badones, to judge from the way she bugs her eyes at nothing and just screams and screams and huddles back back against the blankets hanging around the Nest.Pa says it is natural we should react like that sometimes.When I'd recovered the pail and could look again at the opposite apartment, I got an idea of what Ma might be feeling at those times, for I saw it wasn't a young lady at all but simply a light-a tiny light that moved stealthily from window to window, just as if one of the cruel little stars had come down out of the airless sky to investigate why the Earth had gone away from the Sun, and maybe to hunt down something to torment or terrify, now that the Earth didn't have the Sun's protection.I tell you, the thought of it gave me the creeps, I just stood there shaking, and almost froze my feet and did frost my helmet so solid on the inside that I couldn't have seen the light even if it had come out of one of the windows to get me.Then I had the wit to go back inside.Pretty soon I was feeling my familiar way through the thirty or so blankets and rugs Pa has got hung around to slow down the escape of air from the Nest, and I wasn't quite so scared.I began to hear the tick-ticking of the clocks in the Nest and knew I was getting back into air, because there's no sound outside in the vacuum, of course.But my mind was still crawly and uneasy as I pushed through the last blankets-Pa's got them faced with aluminum foil to hold in the heat-and came into the Nest.Let me tell you about the Nest.It's low and snug, just room for the four of us and our things.The floor is covered with thick woolly rugs.Three of the sides are blankets, and the blankets roofing it touch Pa's head.He tells me it's inside a much bigger room, but I've never seen the real walls or ceiling.Against one of the blanket-walls is a big set of shelves, with tools and books and other stuff, and on top of it a whole row of clocks.Pa's very fussy about keeping them wound.He says we must never forget time, and without a sun or moon, that would be easy to do.The fourth wall has blankets all over except around the fireplace, in which there is a fire that must never go out.It keeps us from freezing and does a lot more besides.One of us must always watch it.Some of the clocks are alarm and we can use them to remind us.In the early days there wasonly Ma to take turns with Pa-I think of that when she gets difficult-but now there's me to help, and Sis too.It's Pa who is the chief guardian of the fire, though.I always think of him that way: a tall man sitting cross-legged, frowning anxiously at the fire, his lined face golden in its light, and every so often carefully placing on it a piece of coal from the big heap beside it.Pa tells me there used to be guardians of the fire sometimes in the very old days-vestal virgins, he calls them-although there was unfrozen air all around then and you didn't really need one,He was sitting just that way now, though he got up quick to take the pail from me and bawl me out for loitering-he'd spotted my frozen helmet right off.That roused Ma and she joined in picking on me.She's always trying to get the load off her feelings, Pa explains.He shut her up pretty fast.Sis let off a couple of silly squeals too.Yet it's that glimmery white stuff in the pail that keeps us alive.It slowly melts and vanishes and refreshes the Nest and feeds the fire.The blankets keep it from escaping too fast.Pa'd like to seal the whole place, but he can't-building's too earthquake-twisted, and besides he has to leave the chimney open for smoke,Pa says air is tiny molecules that fly away like a flash if there isn't something to stop them.We have to watch not to let the air run low.Pa always keeps a big reserve supply of it ib buckets behind the first blankets, along with extra coal and cans of food and other things, such as pails of snow to melt for water.We have to go way down to the bottom floor for that stuff, which is a mean trip, and get it through a door to outside.You see, when the Earth got cold, all the water in the air froze first and made a blanket ten feet thick or so everywhere, and then down on top of that dropped the crystals of frozen air, making another white blanket sixty or seventy feet thick maybe.Of course, all the parts of the air didn't freeze and snow down at the same time.First to drop out was the carbon dioxide-when you're shoveling for water, you have to make sure you don't go too high and get any of that stuff mixed in, for it would put you to sleep, maybe for good, and make the fire go out.Next there's the nitrogen, which doesn't count one way or the other, though it's the biggest part of the blanket.On top of that and easy to get at, which is lucky for us, there's the oxygenthat keeps us alive.Pa says we live better than kings ever did, breathing pure oxygen, but we're used to it and don't notice.Finally, at the very top, there's a slick of liquid helium, which is funny stuff.All of these gases in neat separate layers.Like a pussy caffay, Pa laughingly says, whatever that is.I was busting to tell them all about what I'd seen, and so as soon as I'd ducked out of my helmet and while I was still climbing out of my suit, I cut loose.Right away Ma got nervous and began making eyes at the entry-slit in the blankets and wringing her hands together-the hand where she'd lost three fingers from frostbite inside the good one, as usual.I could tell that Pa was annoyed at me scaring her and wanted to explain it all away quickly, yet could see I wasn't fooling [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]