Dr. Copper rose wearily from the bunk, and washed the hypodermic carefully. The little tinkles it made seemed loud in the packed room, now that Blair’s gurgling laughter had finally quieted. Copper looked toward Garry and shook his head slowly.
COPPER: Hopeless, I’m afraid. I don’t think we can ever convince him the thing is dead now.
NORRIS (laughing uncertainly): I’m not sure you can convince me. Oh, damn you, McReady.
GARRY (turning to look from Norris to McReady curiously): McReady?
NORRIS: The nightmares. He had a theory about the nightmares we had at the Secondary Station after finding that thing.
GARRY (looking at McReady levelly): And that was?
NORRIS (jerkily, uneasily): That the creature wasn’t dead, had a sort of enormously slowed existence, an existence that permitted it, none the less, to be vaguely aware of the passing of time, of our coming, after endless years. I had a dream it could imitate things.
COPPER (grunting): Well, it can.
NORRIS (snapping): Don’t be an ass. That’s not what’s bothering me. In the dream it could read minds, read thoughts and ideas and mannerisms.
COPPER: What’s so bad about that? It seems to be worrying you more than the thought of the joy we’re going to have with a mad man in an Antarctic camp.
Copper nodded toward Blair’s sleeping form.
MACREADY (shaking his great head slowly): You know that Connant is Connant, because he not merely looks like Connant – which we’re beginning to believe that beast might be able to do – but he thinks like Connant, talks like Connant, moves himself around as Connant does. That takes more than merely a body that looks like him; that takes Connant’s own mind, and thoughts and mannerisms.
Therefore, though you know that the thing might make itself look like Connant, you aren’t much bothered, because you know it has a mind from another world, a totally unhuman mind, that couldn’t possibly react and think and talk like a man we know, and do it so well as to fool us for a moment. The idea of the creature imitating one of us is fascinating, but unreal because it is too completely unhuman to deceive us. It doesn’t have a human mind.
NORRIS (repeating, looking steadily at McReady): As I said before, you can say the damnedest things at the damnedest times. Will you be so good as to finish that thought – one way or the other?
Kinner, the scar-faced expedition cook, had been standing near Connant. Suddenly he moved down the length of the crowded room toward his familiar galley. He shook the ashes from the galley stove noisily.
COPPER (softly as though thinking out loud): It would do it no good to merely look like something it was trying to imitate; it would have to understand its feelings, its reaction. It is unhuman; it has powers of imitation beyond any conception of man.
A good actor, by training himself, can imitate another man, another man’s mannerisms, well enough to fool most people. Of course no actor could imitate so perfectly as to deceive men who had been living with the imitated one in the complete lack of privacy of an Antarctic camp. That would take a super-human skill.
NORRIS (cursing softly): Oh, you’ve got the bug too?
Connant, standing alone at one end of the room, looked about him wildly, his face white. A gentle eddying of the men had crowded them slowly down toward the other end of the room, so that he stood quite alone.
CONNANT (voice shaking): My God, will you two Jeremiahs shut up? What am I? Some kind of a microscopic specimen you’re dissecting? Some unpleasant worm you’re discussing in the third person?
McReady looked up at him; his slowly twisting hand stopped for a moment.
MACREADY: Having a lovely time. Wish you were here. Signed: Everybody. Connant, if you think you’re having a hell of a time, just move over on the other end for a while. You’ve got one thing we haven’t; you know what the answer is. I’ll tell you this, right now you’re the most feared and respected man in Big Magnet.
CONNANT (gasping): Lord, I wish you could see your eyes. Stop staring, will you! What the hell are you going to do?
GARRY (steadily): Have you any suggestions, Dr. Copper? The present situation is impossible.
CONNANT (snapping): Oh, is it? Come over here and look at that crowd. By Heaven, they look exactly like that gang of huskies around the corridor bend. Benning, will you stop hefting that damned ice-ax?
The coppery blade rang on the floor as the aviation mechanic nervously dropped it. He bent over and picked it up instantly, hefting it slowly, turning it in his hands, his browns eyes moving jerkily about the room. Copper sat down on the bunk beside Blair. The wood creaked noisily in the room. Far down a corridor, a dog yelped in pain, and the dogdrivers’ tense voices floated softly back.
COPPER (thoughtfully): Microscopic examination would be useless, as Blair pointed out. Considerable time has passed. However, serum tests would be definitive.
GARRY: Serum tests? What do you mean exactly?
COPPER: If I had a rabbit that had been injected with human blood – a poison to rabbits, of course, as is the blood of any animal save that of another rabbit – and the injections continued in increasing doses for some time, the rabbit would be human-immune.
If a small quantity of its blood were drawn off, allowed to separate in a test-tube, and to the clear serum, a bit of human blood were added, there would be a visible reaction, proving the blood was human. If cow, or dog blood were added – or any protein material other than that one thing, human blood – no reaction would take place. That would prove definitely.
NORRIS: Can you suggest where I might catch a rabbit for you, Doc? That is, nearer than Australia; we don’t want to waste time going that far.
COPPER (nodding): I know there aren’t any rabbits in Antarctica, but that is simply the usual animal. Any animal except man will do. A dog for instance. But it will take several days, and due to the greater size of the animal, considerable blood. Two of us will have to contribute.
GARRY: Would I do?
COPPER (nodding): That will make two, I’ll get to work on it right away.
KINNER (nodding): What about Connant in the meantime? I’m going out that door and head off for the Ross Sea before I cook for him.
COPPER: He may be human –
CONNANT (bursts out in a flood of curses): Human! May be human, you damned saw bones! What in hell do you think I am?
COPPER (snapping sharply.): A monster. Now shut up and listen.
Connant’s face drained of color and he sat down heavily as the indictment was put in words.
COPPER: Until we know – you know as well as we do that we have reason to question the fact, and only you know how that question is to be answered – we may reasonably be expected to lock you up. If you are – unhuman – you’re a lot more dangerous than poor Blair there, and I’m going to see that he’s locked up thoroughly. I expect that his next stage will be a violent desire to kill you, all the dogs, and probably all of us.
When he wakes, he will be convinced we’re all unhuman, and nothing on the planet will ever change his conviction. It would be kinder to let him die, but we can’t do that, of course. He’s going in one shack, and you can stay in Cosmos House with your cosmic ray apparatus. Which is about what you’d do anyway. I’ve got to fix up a couple of dogs.
CONNANT (nodding bitterly): I’m human. Hurry that test. Your eyes – Lord, I wish you could see your eyes staring –
Commander Garry watched anxiously as Clark, the doghandler, held the big brown Alaskan husky, while Copper began the injection treatment. The dog was not anxious to cooperate; the needle was painful, and already he’d experienced considerable needle work that morning. Five stitches held closed a slash that ran from his shoulder across the ribs half way down his body. One long fang was broken off short; the missing part was to be found half-buried in the shoulder bone of the monstrous thing on the table in the Ad Building.
GARRY: How long will that take?
Garry pressing his arm gently. It was sore from the prick of the needle Dr. Copper had used to withdraw blood.
COPPER (shrugging): I don’t know, to be frank. I know the general method, I’ve used it on rabbits. But I haven’t experimented with dogs. They’re big, clumsy animals to work with; naturally rabbits are preferable, and serve ordinarily. In civilized places you can buy a stock of human-immune rabbits from suppliers, and not many investigators take the trouble to prepare their own.
CLARK: What do they want with them back there?
COPPER: Criminology is one large field. A says he didn’t murder B, but that the blood on his shirt came from killing a chicken. The State makes a test, then it’s up to A to explain how it is the blood reacts on human-immune rabbits, but not on chicken-immunes.
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