lying."
Great, I thought. Like the ancient test for witches. Throw them in the water, if
they drown they're innocent, if they float they're guilty so kill 'em.
But maybe Andy Jack was telling the truth and they wouldn't hurt us. And if we refused to let them put those buggers on us they'd "know" we had been lying and
punch holes in our monkeysuits.
So I told the little people to put one on me only. They didn't need to test us all.
And then I put my tongue between my teeth, ready to bite down hard and inhale
the blood when the damn thing started eating me. Somehow I thought I'd feel better about going honeyduck if I helped myself along.
They set the thing on my shoulder. It didn't penetrate my monkeysuit. Instead it just oozed up toward my head.
It slid over my faceplate and the world went dark.
"Kane Kanea," said a faint vibration in the faceplate.
"Meu deus," I muttered.
The amoeba could, talk. But I didn't have to speak to answer it. A question would come through the vibration of the faceplate. And then I would lie there and
- it knew my answer. Easy as pie. I was so scared I urinated twice during the interview. But my imperturbable monkeysuit cleaned it all up and got it ready for breakfast, just like normal. And at last the interview was over. The amoeba slithered off my faceplate and returned to the waiting arms of one of the little people, who carried it back to Andy Jack and Ricky Nick. The two men put their hands on the thing and then looked at us in surprise.
"You're telling the truth. There are no Russians."
Vladimir shrugged. "Why would we lie?"
Andy Jack started toward me, carrying the writhing monster that had interviewed me.
"I'll kill myself before I let that thing touch me again."
Andy Jack stopped in surprise. "You're still afraid of that?"
"It's intelligent," I said. "It read my mind."
Vladimir looked startled, and Amauri muttered something. But Andy Jack only smiled. "Nothing mysterious about that. It can read and interpret the electromagnetic fields of your brain, coupled with the amitron flux in your thyroid gland."
"What is it?" Vladimir asked.
Andy Jack looked very proud. "This one is my son."
We waited for the punch line. It didn't come. And suddenly we realized that we had found what we had been looking for-- the result of the little people's research into recombinant human DNA.
"We've been working on these for years. Finally we got it right about four years ago," Andy Jack said. "They were our last line of defense. But now that we know the Russians are dead-- well, there's no reason for them to stay in their nests."
And the man reached down and laid the amoeba into the pea soup that was now about sixty centimeters deep on the floor. Immediately it flattened out on the surface until it was about a meter in diameter. I remembered the whispering voice through my faceplate.
"It's too flexible to have a brain," Vladimir said.
"It doesn't have one," Andy Jack answered. "The brain functions are distributed throughout the body. If it were cut in forty pieces, each piece would have enough memory and enough mindfunction to continue to live. It's indestructible. And when several of them get together, they set up a sympathetic field. They become very bright, then." "Head of the class and everything, I'm sure," Vladimir said. He couldn't hide the loathing in his voice. Me, I was trying not to be sick.
So this is the next stage of evolution, I thought. Man screws up the planet till it's fit for nothing but microbes-- and then changes himself so that he can live on a diet of bacteria and viruses.
"It's really the perfect step in evolution," Andy lack said. "This fellow can adapt to new species of parasitic bacteria and viruses almost by reflex. Control the makeup of his own DNA consciously. Manipulate the DNA of other organisms by absorbing them through the semipermeable membranes of specialized cells, altering them, and setting them free again."
"Somehow it doesn't make me want to feed it or change its diapers."
Andy lack laughed lightly. "Since they reproduce by fission, they're never infant. Oh, if the piece were too small, it would take a while to get back to adult competence again. But otherwise, in the normal run of things, it's always an adult."
Then Andy Jack reached down, let his son wrap itself around his arm, and then walked back to where Richard Nixon Dixon stood watching. Andy Jack put