Collision with Chronos

Limnich gave an explosive grunt. “They get everywhere!”

“Hah?” Su-Mueng inclined his head inquiringly.

“Subversives. Like worms in the woodwork. All societies are riddled with them. But how does this concern me? Be brief; I have much work to do.”

“Don’t you realise,” Su-Mueng said softly, “what an asset Retort City could be to you? Its industrial capacity is enormous: it could double the output of your whole planet. Besides this, you have much to gain from Retort technology. Our control over the forces of time are far in advance of your own.” He held up a smooth ovoid object that fitted into the palm of his hand. “How do you think I was able to make myself invisible and enter your office unseen? I’ll show you how to invade and occupy Retort City if, in return, you’ll wipe out its social system and allow a more equitable one to replace it.”

Limnich finally put down his gun. “How could we invade it?” he asked, his eyes bulging behind his round lenses. “I understand it lies some light-years away.”

“Not only that, it’s removed in time as well. But you have rocket-driven spaceships, do you not? They’ll suffice. I’ll show your technicians how to make space-time drives for them – I am,” he added incidentally, “a fully trained engineer. With perhaps thirty or forty such ships, carrying a few thousand well-armed men, the city could be taken.”

The Planetary Leader became deeply thoughtful, considering this remarkable offer from all angles. A feeling of excitement grew in him as he realised the vast benefits that could accrue.

Hueh Su-Mueng’s enormous treachery didn’t surprise him in the least. The creature was a Chink, following his natural tendencies. Also, Rond Heshke’s report on the dev city confirmed his claims.

“Very well, it’s agreed,” he said abruptly. “You’ll have what you ask for – provided things go as you promise.”

A look of triumph came suddenly over the dev’s face, quickly to be followed by his usual blandness.

“Now that matters have reached this stage, perhaps I might add one more condition?” he said. “Rond Heshke, whom I’ve come to look upon as a good man, is saddened by the plight of two friends of his who are being held in Bupolbloc: Sobrie Oblomot and Layella Frauk. Instead of having them put to death, allow them to live on the reservation as he hopes for them.”

“What? You dare to make petty conditions?” Limnich glowered to find himself being dictated to by this subhuman. “Do you think we depend on your goodwill? More of this and I’ll simply torture cooperation out of you.” And the ugly look on his face showed that he meant what he said.

“Remember, we are not as you are,” Su-Mueng said coldly. “Perhaps I can withstand torture. And have you not asked yourself why I’m doing all this? I alone of all my people seem to know the meaning of strong human relationships. That’s why I feel for the man and the girl in Bupolbloc – they have such a relationship. Such a bond. There was a bond between my father and myself, and he was put to death for it. That is why I’m doing this – because I am a son to my father. You can understand that, can’t you? Your people aren’t strangers to these feelings.”

Limnich didn’t answer immediately. But for the first time the hint of a smile, even of amicability, came to his features.

“Yes,” he said sardonically, “I can understand that.”

“There’s one other small problem,” Su-Mueng said with a frown, a few days later.

“And what’s that?” Limnich leaned back, strangely at ease. In spite of the physical revulsion he still felt for the Chink (at first he’d been obliged to stifle an impulse to vomit), alongside with that revulsion he found that he derived a perverse pleasure from their dealings together. It was spicy, like having truck with the devil.

“The ship that brought us here is still in orbit around Earth. It would certainly spot our armada.”

“Can’t we destroy it?”

“Possibly, but it’s doubtful. And if we failed, it would return immediately to warn Retort City. By the time we got there, we’d find them prepared.”

“Then we need to get it out of the way. I suggest you contact the ship and tell it to return to base forthwith.”

“They wouldn’t go without either myself or Rond Heshke. That would be against all protocol.” For once Su-Mueng was at a loss.

“So? Send Heshke,” said Limnich impatiently. He didn’t like to be upset by such details.

“Apparently he doesn’t want to go either.”

“Hmm.” Limnich pondered. “Can he contact this ship?”

“He could if I gave him my communicator.”

“Good. Then I’ll make him want to go. You asked for some friends of his to be sent to a dev reservation, didn’t you? Well, they will be – and he can join them.”

“I don’t understand.”

The Planetary Leader gave a humourless smile. “The dev reservations are to be closed down within the next few weeks, their inmates liquidated. I’ll see that he gets an advance warning. That should send him screaming for your orbiting spaceship.”

Su-Mueng was uneasy. “I don’t like using him as a pawn. …”