‘Do you suppose he's still alive?’
‘We can't even know that,’ said Insigna. ‘Life can be very short on Earth.’ Then, as though suddenly aware she wasn't talking to herself, she said, ‘I'm sure he's alive, Marlene. He was in excellent health when he left, and he's only just approaching fifty now.’ Then softly, ‘Do you miss him, Marlene?’
Marlene shook her head. ‘You can't miss what you've never had.’
(But you had him, Mother, she thought. And you miss him.)
8. Agent
Oddly enough, Crile Fisher found it necessary to become accustomed to Earth - or reaccustomed to it. He had not thought that Rotor had become so much a part of him in a matter of not quite four years. It had been the longest period during which he had been away from Earth, but surely it had not been long enough to make Earth seem strange to him.
There was now the sheer size of Earth, the distant horizon ending sharp against the sky instead of turning up mistily. There were the crowds, the unchanging gravity, the sense of wild and willful atmosphere, of temperature soaring and diving, of nature out of all control.
It was not that he had to experience any of this to feel it. Even when he was in his own quarters, he knew it was all out there and the ferality of it all pervaded his spirit, somehow invaded it. Or it might be that the room was too small, too full, that the drift of sound was too unmistakable, as though he were being pressed in on by a crowded and decaying world.
Strange that he had missed Earth so intensely in those years on Rotor; and that, now that he was back on Earth, he missed Rotor so intensely. Was he to spend his life wanting to be where he was not?
The signal light flashed and he heard the buzz. It flickered - things on Earth tended to flicker, while on Rotor everything was constant with an almost aggressive efficiency. ‘Enter,’ he said in a low voice, but it was loud enough to activate the de-locking mechanism.
Garand Wyler entered (Fisher knew it would be he) and looked at the other with an amused expression. ‘Have you budged since I left, Crile?’
‘Here and there. I've eaten. Spent some time in the bathroom.’
‘Good. You're alive, then, even if you don't look it.’ He was grinning broadly, his skin smooth and brown, his eyes dark, his teeth white, his hair thick and crisp. ‘Brooding about Rotor?’
‘I think of it now and then.’
‘I kept meaning to ask, but never got around to it. It was Snow White without the Seven Dwarfs, wasn't it?’
‘Snow White,’ said Fisher. ‘I never saw one black person there.’
‘In that case, good riddance to them. Did you know that they're gone?’
Fisher's muscles tightened and he nearly got to his feet, but he resisted the impulse. He said, nodding, ‘They said they would be.’
‘They meant it. They drifted away. We watched as far as we could; eavesdropped their radiation. They pumped up speed with this hyper-assistance of theirs and, in a split second, while we could still make them out loud and clear, they were gone. Everything cut off.’
‘Did you pick them up when they got back into space?’
‘Several times. Each time weaker. They were traveling at the speed of light after they had really flexed their muscles, and after three blips, into hyperspace and back into space, they were too far to be picked up.’
Fisher said bitterly, ‘Their choice. They kicked out the nays - like me.’
‘I'm sorry you weren't there. You should have been. It was interesting to watch. You know there were some hard-liners who insisted to the very end that hyper-assistance was a fraud, that it was all faked up, for some reason.’
‘Rotor had the Far Probe. They couldn't have it sent as far away as they did without hyper-assistance.’
‘Faked! That's what the hard-liners said.’
‘It was genuine.’
‘Yes, now they know it was. All of them. When Rotor just vanished off the instruments, there was no other explanation. Every Settlement was watching. No mistake. It vanished on every set of instruments at the same second. The irritating thing is, we can't tell where it's going.’
‘Alpha Centauri, I suppose. Where else?’
‘The Office keeps thinking that it might not be Alpha Centauri and that you might know that.’
Fisher looked annoyed. ‘I've been debriefed all the way to the Moon and back. I haven't held back anything.’
‘Sure. We know that. It's nothing you know about. They want me to talk to you, friend to friend, and see what you may know that you don't know about. Something may turn up that you haven't thought of. You were there four years, married, had a kid. You couldn't have missed everything.’
‘How could I? If there were the slightest notion that I was after anything, I'd have been kicked off. Just being from Earth made me completely suspect. If I hadn't married - given that kind of proof that I planned to stay Rotorian - I would have been kicked off anyway. And as it was, they kept me far away from anything critical or sensitive.’
Fisher looked away. ‘And it worked. My wife was just an astronomer. I didn't have my pick, you know. I couldn't put an ad on holovision announcing that I was in the market for a young lady who was a hyperspatialist. If I had met one, I would have done my best to hook on to her even if she looked like a hyena, but I never met one in all my time there. The technology was so sensitive, I think they kept the key people in complete isolation. I think they must all have worn masks in the laboratories and used code names. Four years - and I never got a hint, never found out a thing. And I knew it would mean I was through with the Office.’
He turned to Garand and said with sudden passion, ‘Things got so bad that I turned into some kind of lout. The sense of failure was just overpowering.’
Wyler was sitting across the table from Fisher in the cluttered room, teetering back on the rear legs of his chair, but carefully holding the table lest he teeter too far.
He said, ‘Crile, the Office can't afford to be delicate, but it isn't totally unfeeling. They regret having to approach you like this, but they must. And I regret being given the job, but I must. We are concerned that you've failed and brought us nothing. If Rotor hadn't left, we might have felt there was nothing to bring. But they did leave. They did have hyper-assistance, and yet you've brought us nothing.’
‘I know that.’
‘But that doesn't mean we want to throw you out or - get rid of you. We hope we can still use you. So I have to make sure that your failure was an honest one.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘I have to be able to tell them that you didn't fail because of any personal weakness. After all, you married a Rotorian woman. Was she pretty? Were you fond of her?’
Fisher snarled, ‘What you're really asking is whether, out of love for a Rotorian woman, I deliberately protected Rotor and helped them keep their secret.’
‘Well,’ said Wyler, unmoved. ‘Did you?’
‘How can you ask that? If I had decided to be a Rotorian, I would have left with them. By now I would be lost in space and you might never find me. But I didn't do that. I got off Rotor and returned to Earth, even though I knew my failure would probably destroy my career.’
‘We appreciate your loyalty.’
‘There's more loyalty in this than you think.’
‘We recognize that you probably loved your wife and that, as a matter of duty, you had to leave her. That would count in your favor, if we could be sure-’
‘Not so much my wife. It was my daughter.’
Wyler viewed Fisher thoughtfully. ‘We know you have a one-year-old daughter, Crile. Under the circumstances, perhaps you shouldn't have given that particular hostage to fortune.’
‘I agree. But I can treat myself as though I were a well-oiled robot. Things happen against one's will sometimes. And once the child was born and I had had her for a year-’
‘That is understandable, but it was only a year. Scarcely time, really, to build a relationship-’
Fisher grimaced. ‘You may think it understandable, but you don't understand.’
‘Explain, then. I'll try.’
‘It was my sister, you see. My younger sister.’