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Confucius and you are both dreams, and I who say you are dreams am a dream myself. This is a paradox. Tomorrow a wise man may explain it; that tomorrow will not be for ten thousand generations.

Chuang Tse: II

Current-borne, wave-flung, tugged hugely by the whole might of ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the tidal abyss. The light shines through it, and the dark enters it. Borne, flung, tugged from anywhere to anywhere, for in the deep sea there is no compass but nearer and farther, higher and lower, the jellyfish hangs and sways; pulses move slight and quick within it, as the vast diurnal pulses beat in the moondriven sea. Hanging, swaying, pulsing, the most vulnerable and insubstantial creature, it has for its defense the violence and power of the whole ocean, to which it has entrusted its being, its going, and its will.

But here rise the stubborn continents. The shelves of gravel and the cliffs of rock break from water baldly into air, that dry, terrible outerspace of radiance and instability, where there is no support for life. And now, now the currents mislead and the waves betray, breaking their endless circle, to leap up in loud foam against rock and air, breaking....

What will the creature made all of seadrift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each morning, waking?

His eyelids had been burned away, so that he could not close his eyes, and the light entered into his brain, searing.

He could not turn his head, for blocks of fallen concrete pinned him down and the steel rods projecting from their cores held his head in a vise. When these were gone he could move again; he sat up. He was on the cement steps; a dandelion flowered by his hand, growing from a little cracked place in the steps. After a while he stood up, but as soon as he was on his feet he felt deathly sick, and knew it was the radiation sickness. The door was only two feet from him, for the balloonbed when inflated half filled his room. He got to the door and opened it and went through it. There stretched the endless linoleum corridor, heaving slightly up and down for miles, and far down it, very far, the mens room. He started out toward it, trying to hold on to the wall, but there was nothing to hold on to, and the wall turned into the floor.

Easy now. Easy there.

The elevator guards face was hanging above him like a paper lantern, pallid, fringed with graying hair.

Its the radiation, he said, but Mannie didnt seem to understand, saying only, Take it easy.

He was back on his bed in his room.

You drunk?

No.

High on something?

Sick.

What you been taking?

Couldnt find the fit, he said, meaning that he had been trying to lock the door through which the dreams came, but none of the keys had fit the lock.

Medics coming up from the fifteenth floor, Mannie said faintly through the roar of breaking seas.

He was floundering and trying to breathe. A stranger was sitting on his bed holding a hypodermic and looking at him.

That did it, the stranger said. Hes coming round. Feel like hell? Take it easy. You ought to feel like hell. Take all this at once? He displayed seven of the little plastifoil envelopes from the autodrug dispensary. Lousy mixture, barbiturates and Dexedrine. What were you trying to do to yourself?

It was hard to breathe, but the sickness was gone, leaving only an awful weakness.

Theyre all dated this week, the medic went on, a young man with a brown ponytail and bad teeth. Which means theyre not all off your own Pharmacy Card, so Ive got to report you for borrowing. I dont like to, but I got called in and I havent any choice, see. But dont worry, with these drugs its not a felony, youll just get a notice to report to the police station and theyll send you up to the Med School or the Area Clinic for examination, and youll be referred to an M. D. or a shrink for VTTVoluntary Therapeutic Treatment. I filled out the form on you already, used your ID; all I need to know is how long you been using these drugs in more than your personal allotment?

Couple months.

The medic scribbled on a paper on his knee. And whod you borrow Pharm Cards from?

Friends.

Got to have the names.

After a while the medic said, One name, anyhow. Just a formality. It wont get em in trouble. See, theyll just get a reprimand from the police, and HEW Control will keep a check on their Pharm Cards for a year. Just a formality. One name.

I cant. They were trying to help me.

Look, if you wont give the names, youre resisting, and youll either go to jail or get stuck into Obligatory Therapy, in an institution. Anyway they can trace the cards through the autodrug records if they want to, this just saves em time. Come on, just give me one of the names.

He covered his face with his arms to keep out the unendurable light and said, I cant. I cant do it. I need help.

He borrowed my card, the elevator guard said.

Yeah. Mannie Ahrens, 247-602-6023. The medics pen went scribble scribble.

I never used your card.

So confuse em a little. They wont check. People use peoples Pharm Cards all the time, they cant check. I loan mine, use another cats, all the time. Got a whole collection of those reprimand things. They dont know. I taken things HEW never even heard of. You aint been on the hook before. Take it easy, George.

I cant, he said, meaning that he could not let Mannie lie for him, could not stop him from lying for him, could not take it easy, could not go on.

Youll feel better in two, three hours, the medic said. But stay in today. Anyhow downtowns all tied up, the GPRT drivers are trying another strike and the National Guards trying to run the subway trains and the news says its one hell of a mess. Stay put. I got to go, I walk to work, damn it, ten minutes from here, that State Housing Complex down on Macadam. The bed jounced as he stood up. You know theres two hundred sixty kids in that one complex suffering from kwashiorkor? All low-income or Basic Support families, and they arent getting protein. And what the hell am I supposed to do about it? Ive put in five different reqs for Minimal Protein Ration for those kids and they dont come, its all red tape and excuses. People on Basic Support can afford to buy sufficient food, they keep telling me. Sure, but what if the food isnt there to buy? Ah, the hell with it. I go give em Vitamin C shots and try to pretend that starvation is just scurvy....

The door shut. The bed jounced when Mannie sat down on it where the medic had been sitting. There was a faint smell, sweetish, like newly cut grass. Out of the darkness of closed eyes, the mist rising all round, Mannies voice said remotely, Aint it great to be alive?


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