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  The Stainless Steel Rat Saves the World

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  Harry Harrison

  Harry Harrison

  The Stainless Steel Rat Saves the World

  Chapter 1

  “You are a crook, James Bolivar diGriz,” Inskipp said, making animal noises deep in his throat while shaking the sheaf of papers viciously in my direction. I leaned back against the sideboard in his office, a picture of shocked sincerity.

  “I am innocent,” I sobbed. “A victim of a campaign of cold, calculating lies.” I had his humidor behind my back and by touch alone—I really am good at this sort of thing—I felt for the lock.

  “Embezzlement, swindling and worse—the reports are still coming in. You have been cheating your own organization, our Special Corps, your own buddies—”

  “Never!” I cried, lockpick busy in my fingers.

  “They don’t call you Slippery Jim for nothing!”

  “A mistake, a childish nickname. As a baby my mother found me slippery when she soaped me in the bath.” The humidor sprang open, and my nose twitched at the aroma of fragrant leaf.

  “Do you know how much you have stolen?” His face was bright red now, and his eyes were beginning to bulge in a highly unattractive manner.

  “Me? Steal? I would rather die first!” I declaimed movingly as I slipped out a handful of the incredibly expensive cigars destined for visiting VIP’s. I could put them to a far more important use by smoking them myself. I am forced to admit that my attention was more on the purloined tobacco than on Inskipp’s tedious complaints so I did not at first notice the change in his voice. Then I suddenly realized that I could barely hear his words—not that I really wanted to in any case. It wasn’t that he was whispering; it was more as though there were a volume control in his throat that had suddenly been turned down.

  “Speak up, Inskipp,” I told him firmly. “Or are you suddenly beset with guilt over these false accusations?”

  I stepped away from the sideboard, half-turning as I moved in order to mask the fact that I was slipping about 100 credits’ worth of exotic tobacco into my pocket. He rattled on weakly, ignoring me, shaking the papers soundlessly now.

  “Aren’t you feeling well?”

  I asked this with a certain amount of real concern because he was beginning to sound rather distant. He did not turn his head to look at me when I moved but instead kept staring at the place where I had been, nattering away in an inaudible voice. And he was looking pale. I blinked and looked again.

  Not pale, transparent.

  The back of his chair was very definitely becoming visible through his head.

  “Stop it!” I shouted, but he did not appear to hear. “What games are you playing? Is this some sort of three-D projection to fool me? Why bother? Slippery Jim’s not the kind who can be footed, ha ha!”

  Walking quickly across the room, I put out my hand and poked my index finger into his forehead. It went in—there was slight resistance—and be did not seem to mind in the least. But when I withdrew it, there was a slight popping sound and he vanished completely while the sheaf of papers, now unsupported, fell to the desktop.

  “ Whargh!” I grunted, or something equally incomprehensible. I bent to look for bidden devices under the chair when, with a very nasty crunching sound, the office door was broken down.

  Now this was something I could understand. I whirled about, still in the crouch, and was ready for the first man when he came through the door. The hard edge of my hand got him in the throat, right under the gas mask, and he gurgled and dropped. But there were plenty more behind him, all with masks and while coals, wearing little black packs an their backs, either barefisted or carrying improvised clubs. It was all very unusual. Weight of numbers forced me back, but I caught one of them under the chin with my toe while a hard jab to the solar plexus polished off another. Then I had my shoulders to the wall, and they began to swarm over me. I smashed one of them across the back of the neck, and he fell. And vanished halfway to the floor.

  This was very interesting. The number of people in the room began to change rapidly now as some of the men I hit snuffed out of sight. This was a good thing that helped even the odds except for the fact that others kept appearing out of thin air at about the same rate. I struggled to get to the door, could not make it, then the club got me in the side of the head and scrambled my brains nicely.

  After that it was like trying to fight slow motion under water. I hit a few more of them, but my heart wasn’t really in it. They had my arms and legs and began to drag me from the room. I writhed about a certain amount and cursed them fluently in a half dozen languages, but all of this had just about the results you would expect. They rushed me from the room and down the corridor and into the waiting elevator. One of them held up a canister, and I tried to turn my head away, but the blast of gas caught me full in the face.

  It did nothing for me that I could feel, though I did get angrier. Kicking and snapping my teeth and shouting insults. The masked men mumbled back in what might have been irritated mumbles, which only goaded me to greater fury. By the time we reached our destination I was ready to kill, which I normally do not find easy to do, and certainly would have if I hadn’t been strayed into a gadgety electric chair and had electrodes fastened to my wrists and ankles.

  “Tell them that Jim diGriz died like a man, you dogs!” I shouted, not without a certain amount of slavering and foaming. A metal helmet was lowered over my head, and just before it covered my face I managed to call out, “Up the Special Corps! And up your—”

  Darkness descended, and I was aware that death or electrocution or brain destruction or worse was imminent.

  Nothing happened, and the helmet was raised again, and one of the attackers gave me another shot in the face from a canister, and I felt the overwhelming anger draining away as fast as it had arrived. I blinked a bit at this and saw that they were freeing my arms and legs. I also saw that most of them had their masks off now and were recognizable as the Corps technicians and scientists who usually puttered about this lab.

  “Someone wouldn’t like to tell me just what the hell is going on, would they?”

  “Let me fix this first,” one of them said, a gray-haired man with buckteeth like old yellowed gravestones caught between his lips. He hung one of the black boxes from my shoulder and pulled a length of wire from it that had a metal button on the end. He touched the button to the back of my neck where it stuck.

  “You’re Professor Coypu, aren’t you?”

  “I am.” The teeth moved up and down like piano keys.

  “Would you think me rude if I asked for an explanation?”

  “Not at all. Only natural under the circumstances. Terribly sorry we had to rough you up. Only way. Get you off-balance, keep you angry. The angry mind exists only for itself and can survive by itself. If we had tried to reason, to tell you the problem, we would have defeated our own purpose. So we attacked. Gave you the anger gas as well as breathed it ourselves. Only thing to do. Oh blast, there goes Magistero. It’s getting stronger even in here.”

  One of the white-coated men shimmered and grew transparent, then vanished.

  “Inskipp went that way,” I said.

  “He would. First to go, you know.”

  “Why?” I asked, smiling warmly, thinking that this was the most idiotic conversation I had ever had.

  “They are after the Corps. Pick off the top people first.”

  “Who?”

  “Don’t know.”

  I heard my teeth grating together but managed to keep my temper. “Would you kindly explain in greater detail or find someone
who can make more sense of this affair than you have been doing.”

  “Sorry. My fault entirely.” He dabbed at a heading of sweat on his forehead, and a whisk of red tongue dampened the dry ends of his teeth. “It all came about so fast, you know. Emergency measures, everything. Time war, I imagine one might call it. Someone, somewhere, somewhen, is tampering with time. Naturally they had to pick the Special Corps as their first target, no matter what other ambitions they might have. Since the Corps is the most effective, most widespread supranational and supraplanetal law enforcement organization in the history of the galaxy, we automatically become the main obstacle in their path. Sooner or later in any ambitious time-changing plan they run against the Corps. They have therefore elected to do it soonest. If they can eliminate Inskipp and the other top people, the probability of the Corps’ existence will be lowered and we’ll all snuff out, as poor Magistero did just then.”

  I blinked rapidly. “Do you think we could have a drink that might act as a bit of lubricant to my thoughts?”

  “Splendid idea, join you myself.”

  The dispenser produced a sickly sort of green liquid that he favored, but I dialed for a large Syrian Panther Sweat, most of which I drained with the first swallow. This frightening beverage—whose hideous aftereffects forbade its sale on most civilized worlds—did me nothing but good at this moment. I finished the glass, and a sudden memory popped up out of the tangled jumble of my subconscious.

  “Stop me if I’m wrong, but didn’t I hear you lecture once about the impossibility of time travel?”

  “Of course. My specialty. Smoke screen that talk, I think you might call it. We’ve had time travel for years here. Afraid to use it, though. Alter time tracks and all that sort of trouble. Just the kind of thing that is happening now. But we have had a continuing project of research and time investigation. Which is why we knew what was happening when it began to happen. The alarms were going off, and we had no time to warn anyone—not that warnings would do any good. We were aware of our duty. Plus the fact that we were the only ones who could do anything at all. We jury-rigged a time-fixator around this laboratory, then made the smaller portable models such as the one you are wearing now.”

  “What does it do?” I asked, touching with great respect the metal disk on the nape of my neck.

  “Has a recording of your memory that it keeps feeding back to your brain every three milliseconds. Telling you you are you, you see, rebuilding any personality changes that time line alterations in the past may have shifted. Purely a defensive mechanism, but it is all we have.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw another man wink out of sight, and the professor’s voice grew grim. “We must attack if we are to save the Corps.”

  “Attack? How?”

  “Send someone back in time to uncover the forces waging this time war and destroy them before they destroy us. We have a machine.”

  “I volunteer. Sounds like my kind of job.”

  “There is no way to return. It is a one-way mission.”

  “I withdraw the last statement. I like it here.” Sudden memory—restored no doubt three milliseconds earlier—grabbed me and a prod of fear pumped a number of interesting chemical substances into my blood.

  “Angelina, my Angelina! I must speak to her…”

  “She is not the only one!”

  “The only one for me, Prof. Now stand aside or I’ll go through you.”

  He stepped back, frowning and mumbling and tapping his teeth with his fingernails, and I jabbed the code into the phone. The screen beeped twice, and the few seconds crawled by like lead snails before she answered the call.

  “You’re there!” I gasped.

  “Where did you expect me to be?” A frown crossed her perfect features, and she sniffed as though to get the aroma of booze from the screen. “You’ve been drinking, and so early too.”

  “Just a drop, but that’s not why I called. How are you? You look good, great, not transparent at all.”

  “A drop? Sounds more like a whole bottle.” Her voice chilled, and there was more than a trace left of the old, unreformed Angelina, the most ruthless and deadly crook in the galaxy before the Corps medics straightened out the knots in her brain. “I suggest you hang up. Get a drive-right pill, then call me back as soon as you are sober.” She reached out for the disconnect button.

  “Don’t! I am cold sober and wish I weren’t. This is an emergency, red. A top priority. Get over here now as absolutely fast as you can and bring the twins.”

  “Of course.” She was on her feet instantly, ready to go. “Where are you?”

  “The location of this lab, quick!” I said, turning to Professor Coypu.

  “Level one-hundred and twelve. Room thirty.”

  “Did you get that,” I said, turning back to the screen.

  Which was blank.

  “Angelina….”

  I jabbed the disconnect, tapped her code on the keys. The screen lit up. With the message “This is an unconnected number.” Then I ran for the door. Someone clutched at my shoulder, but I brushed him aside, grabbed the door and flung it open.

  There was nothing outside. A formless, colorless nothing that did strange things to my brain when I looked at it. Then the door was pulled from my hand and slammed shut, and Coypu stood with his back to it, breathing heavily, his features twisted by the same unnamable sensations I had felt.

  “Gone,” he said hoarsely. “The corridor, the entire station, all the buildings, everything. Gone. Just this laboratory left, locked here by the time-fixator. The Special Corps no longer exists; no one in the galaxy has even a memory of us. When the time-fixator goes we go as well.”

  “Angelina, where is she, where are they all?”

  “They were never born, never existed.”

  “But I can remember her, all of them.”

  “That is what we count upon. As long as there is one person alive with memories of us, of the Corps, we stand a microscopic chance of eventual survival. Someone must stop the time attack. If not for the Corps, for the sake of civilization. History is now being rewritten. But not forever if we can counterattack.”

  A one-way trip backward to a lifetime on an alien world, in an alien time. Whoever went would be the loneliest man alive, living thousands of years before his people, his friends, would even be born.

  “Get ready.” I said. “I’ll go.”

  Chapter 2

  “First we must find out where you are going. And when.”

  Professor Coypu staggered across the laboratory, and I followed, in almost as bad shape. He was mumbling over the accordion sheets of the computer printout that were chuntering and pouring out of the machine and piling up on the flow.

  “Must be accurate, very accurate,” he said. “We have been running a time probe backward. Following the traces of these disturbances. We have found the particular planet. Now we must zero in on the time. If you arrive too late, they may have already finished their job. Too early and you might die of old age before the fiends are even born.”

  “Sounds charming. What is the planet?”

  “Strange name. Or rather names. It is called Dirt or Earth or something like that. Supposed to be the legendary home of all mankind.”

  “Another one? I never heard of it.”

  “No reason you should. Blown up in an atomic war ages ago. Here it is. You have to be pushed backward thirty-two thousand five hundred and ninety-eight years. We can’t guarantee anything better than a plus or minus three months at that distance.”

  “I don’t think I’ll notice. What year will that be?”

  “Well before our present calendar began. It is, I believe, A. D. 1975 by the primitive records of the aborigines of the time.”

  “Not so aboriginal if they’re fiddling with time travel.”

  “Probably not them at all. Chances are the people you are looking for are just operating in that period.”

  “How do I find them?”

  “With this.” One of the assistants h
anded me a small black box with dials and buttons on it, as well as a transparent bulge that contained a free-floating needle. The needle quivered like a bunting dog and continued to point in the same direction no matter how I turned the box.

  “A detector of temporal energy generators,” Coypu said. “A less sensitive and portable version of our larger machines. Right now it is pointing at our time-helix. When you return to this planet Dirt, you will use it to seek out the people you want. This other dial is for field strength and will give you an approximation of the distance to the energy source.”

  I looked at the box and felt the first bubbling and seething of an idea. “If I can carry this, I can take other equipment with me, right?”

  “Correct. Small items that can be secured close to your body. The time field generates a surface charge that is not unlike static electricity.”

  “Then I’ll take whatever weapons or armament you have here in the lab.”

  “There is not very much, just the smaller items.”

  “Then I’ll make my own. Are there any weapons technicians working here?”

  He looked around and thought. “Old Jarl there was in the weapons sections. But there is no time to fabricate anything.”

  “That’s not what I had in mind. Get him.”

  Old Jarl had taken his rejuvenation treatments recently so he looked like a world-soiled nineteen-year-old with an ancient and suspicious look in his eye as he came closer.

  “I want that box,” I said, pointing to the memory unit on his back. He whinnied like a prodded pony and skittered away clutching at the thing.

  “Mine, I tell you mine! You can’t have it. Not fair to even ask. Without it I’ll just fade away.” Tears of senile self-pity rose to his youthful eyes.

  “Control yourself, Jarl! I don’t want to fade you out; I just want a duplicate of the box. Get cracking on it.”

  He shambled away, mumbling to himself, and the technicians closed in.

  “I don’t understand,” Coypu said.

 

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