The man had the woman down on the boulder and ripped off the balance of her clothing.
The motive, then, seemed to be rape, one of the humans’ sexual reproduction customs. As the LDUs understood it, rape was generally frowned on, but Lord Copernick had not placed it on the list of capital offenses. Saber would administer no punishment for the offense.
As the LDU approached, the woman was struggling and screaming loudly. The man was hitting her on the face and upper torso while trying to hold her down and remove his own clothes.
Saber struck the man with a body check, and all three tumbled from the boulder. The man was on his feet almost as quickly as the LDU and, wild eyed, he threw a rock at Saber.
The LDU tapped the man on the chin with his knuckles, rendering him unconscious. Turning to the woman, he saw she was sitting naked on the ground, dirty and sobbing uncontrollably. Her lips and one eye were swelling, and blood trickled down her chin. Her back was scratched and her ribs and breasts were badly bruised.
“Don’t be afraid,” Saber said, handing the woman the remnants of her clothing. “I am a friend. It’s all over now. I’ll take you somewhere where you will be safe and tend your wounds.”
The woman continued to cry.
“I know that I look strange to you. I am a labor and defense unit. I am here to protect you, to keep you from harm.”
“Well, who the hell asked you for help?” she screamed.
“You were being injured. Naturally I came to your assistance.” The woman’s reaction wasn’t what the LDU had expected.
“God damn you!” she shouted. “It was just getting good!”
Suddenly a ten-pound rock bounced off Saber’s back. “Yeah, you damned animal,” the man yelled. “Get out!”
Saber retreated, unsure as to what the correct course of action was. He stopped to engage in a meaningful conversation and was struck by a rock thrown by the woman.
A very confused labor and defense unit abandoned the valley.
Winnie found a small, shady canyon a few hundred yards from the road and settled down for the night. Liebchen was sleeping normally, and Dirk, who never slept completely, but sequentially took his brains offline, crouched near her.
Dirk. Mukta here, an LDU in Utah thought.
Dirk here. What do you need?
Mukta here. What is a soul and do we have one?
Dirk here. A soul is supposedly a part of an entity that persists after physical death. Its existence is an interesting question. Has it anything to do with the present emergency?
Mukta here. I’m with a religious community that is in obvious need of my assistance. But they’ll refuse my help unless I have a soul.
Dirk here. The existence of your soul depends on your socioreligious frame of reference. The western religions generally grant souls only to human beings. They’ll be two hundred years deciding on intelligent engineered life forms. The eastern religions, especially Buddhism and Hinduism, definitely grant souls to nonhumans. The answer to your question is yes and no.
Mukta here. Not good enough. I need a definite answer. These people have a western frame of reference.
Dirk here. Well, in the Norse religion, any being that died with a weapon in its hand went to Valhalla, which logically presupposes a soul. Since each LDU always has a weapon in each hand, or at least each forearm, we will logically die with it there. Therefore all LDUs have souls.
Mukta here. Thanks. Out.
Dirk. Birchi here. Got time for another one?
Dirk here. Shoot.
Birchi here. I was in a successful action two hours ago, but I don’t understand why I was successful.
Dirk here. So?
Birchi here. In a marble quarry, I encountered two groups of young adult human males fighting. The negro group, being larger, was inflicting serious damage on the Caucasian group. I broke up the conflict quickly, there being only forty-six humans involved, but I was forced to do considerably more damage to the numerically superior negro group than to the Caucasians.
I attempted to resolve the conflict by speaking with them but the negroes were quite irrational and verbally abusive, referring to me as “whitey.”
Now, as I had been fighting on a white marble surface, I had naturally turned my skin a light gray for protective coloration. Therefore, in an attempt to placate the negroes, I changed my coloration to an off-brown, the arithmetical average of the negroes’ skin coloration, and again attempted to open a conversation.
At this point, the Caucasians became abusive, calling me “nigger” and other color-related terms. I therefore turned the side facing the Caucasians to a pinkish tan in imitation of their skin coloration, keeping the side facing the negroes brown, and attempted to enter into a meaningful dialogue with both groups as to the cause of the original conflict.
Both groups then broke into convulsive and abusive laughter, picked up their wounded, and went away.
Dirk here. Indeed?
Birchi here. Now, my question is: What did I do right?
Dirk here. Beats me, but I suggest that the next time an LDU encounters a similar situation, he should try repeating your actions.
Birchi here. Sounds reasonable. Out.
“Well, Mona, I guess we’ve helped out a little today,” Patricia said, looking at the full moon over the desert.
“More than a little. We’ve distributed enough food and water to keep a thousand people alive for a week. And tomorrow we should be able to bring thirty-five or forty of them back with us,” Mona said.
“But it’s nothing compared to the job that has to do be done.”
“It’s what we can do,” Mona said. “And don’t forget, we’re not alone. Almost every TRAC we have is out doing the same thing we are. Add to that all the LDUs with three hundred pounds of supplies each, and you have a force capable of rescuing everyone in the Southwest.”
“I suppose so,” Patty said.
“Dirk,” Mona said, “how are your brothers doing?”
“Most of them are still en route to their assigned sectors, my lady. Thus far we have spread north to Vancouver, east to St. Louis and south to Mexico City. About forty thousand are now in their duty areas.”
“Continue,” Mona said.
“We have suffered two hundred eighteen disabling casualties today, including twenty-three deaths. Most of these injuries were caused by collapsing structures, although some were caused by humans. There is a surprising amount of resentment toward us, most probably caused by our appearance.”
“I’ll talk to Heinrich about that,” Mona said. “Perhaps future units should be given a more acceptable, if less practical, appearance. How about the other side of the sheet; what have you accomplished?”
“It is difficult to access actual lives saved, my lady. We have distributed approximately 100,000 tons of supplies to the needy, we have moved 128,000 people from dangerous situations to places of relative safety, and we have interrupted 2,654 1/2 incidents of assault.”
“How do you get a half of an assault?” Patricia asked.
“There was a situation which was difficult to assess, my lady.” Dirk explained what had happened to Saber that afternoon.
“It sounds pretty sick to me,” Patricia said.
“There was no indication of disease, my lady.”
“She means that when it conies to things sexual, humans can get pretty kinky, Dirk,” Mona said. “Understanding here is pretty difficult. Suffice it to say that Saber’s actions were correct. In a similar situation, I would expect him to repeat his actions. However, this particular couple should be left alone in the future, providing that they don’t harm anyone else.”