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Saturday, January 22, 2022

Second Variety: 6

 by Philip K. Dick


digital modification of source image by Charles Carter             



   “I don’t see anything,” Klaus said.

   “That tree there. The stump. By the pile of bricks. The entrance is to the right of the bricks.”

   “I’ll have to take your word for it.”

   “You and Tasso cover me from here. You’ll be able to sight all the way to the bunker entrance.”

    “You’re going down alone?”

   “With my wrist tab I’ll be safe. The ground around the bunker is a living field of claws. They collect down in the ash. Like crabs. Without tabs you wouldn’t have a chance.”

   “Maybe you’re right.”

   “I’ll walk slowly all the way. As soon as I know for certain—”

   “If they’re down inside the bunker you won’t be able to get back up here. They go fast. You don’t realize.”

   “What do you suggest?”

   Klaus considered. “I don’t know. Get them to come up to the surface. So you can see.”

   Hendricks brought his transmitter from his belt, raising the antenna. “Let’s get started.”

   Klaus signaled to Tasso. She crawled expertly up the side of the rise to where they were sitting.

   “He’s going down alone,” Klaus said. “We’ll cover him from here. As soon as you see him start back, fire past him at once. They come quick.”

   “You’re not very optimistic,” Tasso said.

   “No, I’m not.”

   Hendricks opened the breech of his gun, checking it carefully. “Maybe things are all right.”

   “You didn’t see them. Hundreds of them. All the same. Pouring out like ants.”

   “I should be able to find out without going down all the way.” Hendricks locked his gun, gripping it in one hand, the transmitter in the other. “Well, wish me luck.”

   Klaus put out his hand. “Don’t go down until you’re sure. Talk to them from up here. Make them show themselves.”

   Hendricks stood up. He stepped down the side of the rise.

   A moment later he was walking slowly toward the pile of bricks and debris beside the dead tree stump. Toward the entrance of the forward command bunker.

   Nothing stirred. He raised the transmitter, clicking it on. “Scott? Can you hear me?”

   Silence.

   “Scott! This is Hendricks. Can you hear me? I’m standing outside the bunker. You should be able to see me in the view sight.”

   He listened, the transmitter gripped tightly. No sound. Only static. He walked forward. A claw burrowed out of the ash and raced toward him. It halted a few feet away and then slunk off. A second claw appeared, one of the big ones with feelers. It moved toward him, studied him intently, and then fell in behind him, dogging respectfully after him, a few paces away. A moment later a second big claw joined it. Silently, the claws  trailed him, as he walked slowly toward the bunker.

   Hendricks stopped, and behind him, the claws came to a halt. He was close, now. Almost to the bunker steps.

   “Scott! Can you hear me? I’m standing right above you. Outside. On the surface. Are you picking me up?”

   He waited, holding his gun against his side, the transmitter tightly to his ear. Time passed. He strained to hear, but there was only silence. Silence, and faint static.

   Then, distantly, metallically—

   “This is Scott.”

   The voice was neutral. Cold. He could not identify it. But the earphone was minute.

   “Scott! Listen. I’m standing right above you. I’m on the surface, looking down into the bunker entrance.”

   “Yes.”

   “Can you see me?”

   “Yes.”

   “Through the view sight? You have the sight trained on me?”

   “Yes.”

   Hendricks pondered. A circle of claws waited quietly around him, gray-metal bodies on all sides of him. “Is everything all right in the bunker? Nothing unusual has happened?”

   “Everything is all right.”

   “Will you come up to the surface? I want to see you for a moment.” Hendricks took a deep breath. “Come up here with me. I want to talk to you.”

   “Come down.”

   “I’m giving you an order.”

   Silence.

   “Are you coming?” Hendricks listened. There was no response. “I order you to come to the surface.”

   “Come down.”

   Hendricks set his jaw. “Let me talk to Leone.”

   There was a long pause. He listened to the static. Then a voice came, hard, thin, metallic. The same as the other. “This is Leone.”

   “Hendricks. I’m on the surface. At the bunker entrance. I want one of you to come up here.”

   “Come down.”

   “Why come down? I’m giving you an order!”

   Silence. Hendricks lowered the transmitter. He looked carefully around him. The entrance was just ahead. Almost at his feet. He lowered the antenna and fastened the transmitter to his belt. Carefully, he gripped his gun with both hands. He moved forward, a step at a time. If they could see him they knew he was starting toward the entrance. He closed his eyes a moment.

   Then he put his foot on the first step that led downward.

    Two Davids came up at him, their faces identical and expressionless. He blasted them into particles. More came rushing silently up, a whole pack of them. All exactly the same.

   Hendricks turned and raced back, away from the bunker, back toward the rise.

   At the top of the rise Tasso and Klaus were firing down. The small claws were already streaking up toward them, shining metal spheres going fast, racing frantically through the ash. But he had no time to think about that. He knelt down, aiming at the bunker entrance, gun against his cheek. The Davids were coming out in groups, clutching their teddy bears, their thin knobby legs pumping as they ran up the steps to the surface. Hendricks fired into the main body of them. They burst apart, wheels and springs flying in all directions. He fired again through the mist of particles.

   A giant lumbering figure rose up in the bunker entrance, tall and swaying. Hendricks paused, amazed. A man, a soldier. With one leg, supporting himself with a crutch.

   “Major!” Tasso’s voice came. More firing. The huge figure moved forward, Davids swarming around it. Hendricks broke out of his freeze. The First Variety. The Wounded Soldier.

   He aimed and fired. The soldier burst into bits, parts and relays flying. Now many Davids were out on the flat ground, away from the bunker. He fired again and again, moving slowly back, half-crouching and aiming.

   From the rise, Klaus fired down. The side of the rise was alive with claws making their way up. Hendricks retreated toward the rise, running and crouching. Tasso had left Klaus and was circling slowly to the right, moving away from the rise.

   A David slipped up toward him, its small white face expressionless, brown hair hanging down in its eyes. It bent over suddenly, opening its arms. Its teddy bear hurtled down and leaped across the ground, bounding toward him. Hendricks fired. The bear and the David both dissolved. He grinned, blinking. It was like a dream.

   “Up here!” Tasso’s voice. Hendricks made his way toward her. She was over by some columns of concrete, walls of a ruined building. She was firing past him, with the hand pistol Klaus had given her.

   “Thanks.” He joined her, grasping for breath. She pulled him back, behind the concrete, fumbling at her belt.

   “Close your eyes!” She unfastened a globe from her waist.  Rapidly, she unscrewed the cap, locking it into place. “Close your eyes and get down.”

   She threw the bomb. It sailed in an arc, an expert, rolling and bouncing to the entrance of the bunker. Two Wounded Soldiers stood uncertainly by the brick pile. More Davids poured from behind them, out onto the plain. One of the Wounded Soldiers moved toward the bomb, stooping awkwardly down to pick it up.

   The bomb went off. The concussion whirled Hendricks around, throwing him on his face. A hot wind rolled over him. Dimly he saw Tasso standing behind the columns, firing slowly and methodically at the Davids coming out of the raging clouds of white fire.

   Back along the rise Klaus struggled with a ring of claws circling around him. He retreated, blasting at them and moving back, trying to break through the ring.

   Hendricks struggled to his feet. His head ached. He could hardly see. Everything was licking at him, raging and whirling. His right arm would not move.

   Tasso pulled back toward him. “Come on. Let’s go.”

   “Klaus—He’s still up there.”

   “Come on!” Tasso dragged Hendricks back, away from the columns. Hendricks shook his head, trying to clear it. Tasso led him rapidly away, her eyes intense and bright, watching for claws that had escaped the blast.

   One David came out of the rolling clouds of flame. Tasso blasted it. No more appeared.

   “But Klaus. What about him?” Hendricks stopped, standing unsteadily. “He—”

   “Come on!”

   They retreated, moving farther and farther away from the bunker. A few small claws followed them for a little while and then gave up, turning back and going off.

   At last Tasso stopped. “We can stop here and get our breaths.”

   Hendricks sat down on some heaps of debris. He wiped his neck, gasping. “We left Klaus back there.”

   Tasso said nothing. She opened her gun, sliding a fresh round of blast cartridges into place.

   Hendricks stared at her, dazed. “You left him back there on purpose.”

   Tasso snapped the gun together. She studied the heaps of rubble around them, her face expressionless. As if she were watching for something.

   “What is it?” Hendricks demanded. “What are you looking for? Is something coming?” He  shook his head, trying to understand. What was she doing? What was she waiting for? He could see nothing. Ash lay all around them, ash and ruins. Occasional stark tree trunks, without leaves or branches. “What—”

   Tasso cut him off. “Be still.” Her eyes narrowed. Suddenly her gun came up. Hendricks turned, following her gaze.

   Back the way they had come a figure appeared. The figure walked unsteadily toward them. Its clothes were torn. It limped as it made its way along, going very slowly and carefully. Stopping now and then, resting and getting its strength. Once it almost fell. It stood for a moment, trying to steady itself. Then it came on.

   Klaus.

   Hendricks stood up. “Klaus!” He started toward him. “How the hell did you—”

   Tasso fired. Hendricks swung back. She fired again, the blast passing him, a searing line of heat. The beam caught Klaus in the chest. He exploded, gears and wheels flying. For a moment he continued to walk. Then he swayed back and forth. He crashed to the ground, his arms flung out. A few more wheels rolled away.

   Silence.

   Tasso turned to Hendricks. “Now you understand why he killed Rudi.”

   Hendricks sat down again slowly. He shook his head. He was numb. He could not think.

   “Do you see?” Tasso said. “Do you understand?”

   Hendricks said nothing. Everything was slipping away from him, faster and faster. Darkness, rolling and plucking at him.

   He closed his eyes.





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