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Story: The Illustrated Man
"You know damn well they do."
"In our radar machines--yes, as streaks of light in space. No, I don't believe in anything that doesn't exist and act in my presence. Sometimes"--he nodded at the men finishing their food--"sometimes I don't believe in anyone or anything but me." He sat up. "Is there an upstairs to this ship?"
"Yes."
"I've got to see it immediately."
"Don't get excited."
"You wait here; I'll be right back." Hitchcock walked out swiftly. The other men sat nibbling their food slowly. A moment passed. One of the men raised his head. "How long's this been going on? I mean Hitchcock."
"Just today."
"He acted funny the other day too."
"Yes, but it's worse today."
"Has anyone told the psychiatrist?"
"We thought he'd come out of it. Everyone has a little touch of space the first time out. I've had it. You get wildly philosophical, then frightened. You break into a sweat, then you doubt your parentage, you don't believe in Earth, you get drunk, wake up with a hang-over, and that's it."
"But Hitchcock don't get drunk," said someone. "I wish he would."
"How'd he ever get past the examining board?"
"How'd we all get past? They need men. Space scares the hell out of most people. So the board lets a lot of borderlines through."
"That man isn't a borderline," said someone. "He's a fall-off-a-cliff-and-no-bottom-to-hit."
They waited for five minutes. Hitchcock didn't come back. Clemens finally got up and went out and climbed the circular stair to the flight deck above. Hitchcock was there, touching the wall tenderly.
"It's here," he said.
"Of course it is."
"I was afraid it might not be." Hitchcock peered at Clemens. "And you're alive."
"I have been for a long time."
"No," said Hitchcock. "Now, justnow, thisinstant, while you're here with me, you're alive. A moment ago you weren't anything."
"I was to me," said the other.
"That's not important. You weren't here with me," said Hitchcock. "Only that's important. Is the crew down below?"
"Yes."
"Can you prove it?"
"Look, Hitchcock, you'd better see Dr. Edwards. I think you need a little servicing."
"No, I'm all right. Who's the doctor, anyway? Can you prove he's on this ship?"
"I can. All I have to do is call him."
"No. I mean, standing here, in this instant, you can't prove he's here, can you?"
"Not without moving, I can't."
"In our radar machines--yes, as streaks of light in space. No, I don't believe in anything that doesn't exist and act in my presence. Sometimes"--he nodded at the men finishing their food--"sometimes I don't believe in anyone or anything but me." He sat up. "Is there an upstairs to this ship?"
"Yes."
"I've got to see it immediately."
"Don't get excited."
"You wait here; I'll be right back." Hitchcock walked out swiftly. The other men sat nibbling their food slowly. A moment passed. One of the men raised his head. "How long's this been going on? I mean Hitchcock."
"Just today."
"He acted funny the other day too."
"Yes, but it's worse today."
"Has anyone told the psychiatrist?"
"We thought he'd come out of it. Everyone has a little touch of space the first time out. I've had it. You get wildly philosophical, then frightened. You break into a sweat, then you doubt your parentage, you don't believe in Earth, you get drunk, wake up with a hang-over, and that's it."
"But Hitchcock don't get drunk," said someone. "I wish he would."
"How'd he ever get past the examining board?"
"How'd we all get past? They need men. Space scares the hell out of most people. So the board lets a lot of borderlines through."
"That man isn't a borderline," said someone. "He's a fall-off-a-cliff-and-no-bottom-to-hit."
They waited for five minutes. Hitchcock didn't come back. Clemens finally got up and went out and climbed the circular stair to the flight deck above. Hitchcock was there, touching the wall tenderly.
"It's here," he said.
"Of course it is."
"I was afraid it might not be." Hitchcock peered at Clemens. "And you're alive."
"I have been for a long time."
"No," said Hitchcock. "Now, justnow, thisinstant, while you're here with me, you're alive. A moment ago you weren't anything."
"I was to me," said the other.
"That's not important. You weren't here with me," said Hitchcock. "Only that's important. Is the crew down below?"
"Yes."
"Can you prove it?"
"Look, Hitchcock, you'd better see Dr. Edwards. I think you need a little servicing."
"No, I'm all right. Who's the doctor, anyway? Can you prove he's on this ship?"
"I can. All I have to do is call him."
"No. I mean, standing here, in this instant, you can't prove he's here, can you?"
"Not without moving, I can't."
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