Out of Phaze

'I am an Adept-or will be one,' he said. 'I can change the forms of others, but not my own.'

'You really are not disturbed?'

'I really am not,' he said. And now it was true; the screen had provided him with the proper perspective, so that he understood the rationale of her nature and her presence, and approved of it. She was a nice person who was trying to accommodate herself to what was for her an alien situation. She needed support, not objection.

She stood, then stepped up to him and kissed him. 'I fear I will not encounter your like again,' she said sadly.

'Nor I thine.'

'Two minutes,' the screen announced. 'Present yourselves at the exit to your chamber.'

'We must not delay,' Agape said. 'I have not been on Proton long, but I know from my briefing that serfs must always address Citizens as Sir and obey them implicitly. Perhaps I should talk, if it can be arranged.'

'Aye.' They presented themselves at the exit. The wall opened.

The serf conducted them quickly to a smaller chamber. They stepped in, but the serf did not. The door slid closed.

Suddenly the four walls vanished. They were in an enormous room. They stood on a beach whose sand spread endlessly to either side. Not far behind were palm trees, their fronds shimmering in the breeze. Ahead crashed the restless breakers of the fringe of a mighty ocean.

They stood staring, both awed by the scene. Then Agape put out her hand. 'It is holo,' she murmured. 'The walls still enclose us.'

'Holo?'

'Pictures, like those on the screen you watched last night. Very realistic.'

Bane touched the wall, verifying its presence. It seemed as if they were in an invisible box set on the beach, but he understood what she meant; the box was real, the beach illusory. 'If this be not magic, what need have Citizens for it?' he asked.

On the ocean appeared a sail, and the sail expanded. It showed up as a sailboat, blown quickly by the wind toward them. On the boat, operating it, was a ruddy, heavyset man. He guided it to the beach, then quickly furled the sail and dragged the small craft right up before the place where Bane and Agape stood. He lifted out a chest and set it on the sand. He brought out a key, put it to the big old-style lock, and unlocked it. He lifted the lid of the chest.

From the chest rose a head. It kept rising, until a complete woman stood in the chest. There could not have been room for her within it. She seemed quite young, possibly fifteen, and her hair was as white as snow, set with a silver tiara. She wore a white gown set with bright gems.

The woman glanced at the boatsman, who was now standing at attention. 'Sir,' he said, 'these are the refugees.'

This was the Citizen! Bane realized. He had expected an old man, not a young woman, but obviously Citizenship knew no age or sex.

'Your identities?' Citizen White inquired.

'Agape of Moeba,' Agape said immediately. 'And this is Mach, the son of Citizen Blue. Sir.'

The woman frowned. 'I think not,' she said. She stared at Bane. 'Tell me your identity in your own words.'

Somehow she knew about the exchange! 'I be Bane, son of the Blue Adept, also called Stile.'

'And how came thee here?' she inquired.

For a moment Bane was too startled to speak. 'Thou-thou knowest?'

She smiled. 'How long since thou hast been to the White Demesnes?'

'The White Adept!' he exclaimed. 'But-'

'But she be old and ugly?' the woman inquired with a smile. She made a gesture, and abruptly she was old and fat. Then she reappeared in her young edition. 'Since when be the son of an Adept deceived by appearances?'

'But there be no connection to Phaze!' Bane cried. 'I be the first in a score of years to come to Proton, and that only in a body not mine own!'

'Really,' the woman said, smiling condescendingly. She turned to the serf beside her. 'Set me adrift again, Grizzle, and open the window to Phaze for these two serfs.'

'Sir!' the man agreed.

The Citizen lost height. She sank back into the chest. When her head disappeared, the serf closed the lid, locked the lock, and lifted the chest back into the sailboat. He turned back to Bane and Agape. 'The floors-man will take you there,' he said. Then he dragged the boat back to the water, stepped into it, unfurled the sail, and commenced tacking into the wind.

The scene vanished. They were back in the box. The door opened, and they stepped back into the hall.

'This way,' the serf said.

They followed him down the hall to another door. 'You'll need clothes,' he said, bringing out a white shirt and trousers of the Phaze variety for Bane and a white dress for Agape. 'We don't usually send others through, so white's all we've got. You can change them when you get where you're going.'

'But I am a serf!' Agape protested. 'I can't don clothing here!'

'We do wear it in Phaze,' Bane told her. 'Thou wouldst be as out of place there naked as here in clothing.'

'I suppose,' she agreed uncertainly. She got somewhat awkwardly into the dress and slippers provided. The serf helped her get her outfit adjusted, and in a moment she looked, by Phaze standards, quite nice.

Bane completed his dressing, bending to fit the shoes to his feet. They fit well enough.

'This way,' the serf said, showing them on down the hall to still another door.

They entered another cubicle. This one closed on them, then abruptly ascended, startling them. Its walls were transparent; they could see the dimly illuminated walls of the region through which it passed.

It came up into a forest. It halted at ground level, and the panel on one side opened. They stepped out onto the forest floor. The cubicle closed itself up and descended back into the ground; a lid closed, making the ground complete.

'This is Phaze?' Agape asked.

'It seems like it,' Bane said. 'It be hard to believe that return could be so simple!'

'But I-I am not magical!'she said. 'How can I be here?'

'The same way I be here,' he said. 'I exchanged bodies not; I be still in the robot body. We made a physical crossing!'

'All the time the Citizens knew this route!' Agape said. 'It was not your imagination!'

He glanced at her. She was very fetching in her dress; it fitted her beautifully. 'Thou didst doubt?'

She spread her hands. 'I know that robots can be programmed and reprogrammed. They must believe what they are programmed to believe; they cannot do otherwise. I was sure that you believed, but not sure that you really came from Phaze. I apologize, Bane.'

'Accepted, Agape!' he said. 'I could prove my origin not as readily as thou didst.'

'If this really is your frame, where should we go? I really don't belong here.'

'I think thou dost belong with me,' he said. 'Thou didst help me wend my way through Proton; now it be my turn to help thee in Phaze.' He brought her in to him and kissed her. 'And how glad I be that this be not our separation, Agape!'

She clung to him. 'Oh, Bane, I told you I wanted to learn how your species indulges in sex, and I do, but I think that was only part of it. What I really want is to be close to you. I felt so alone, so-so alien when I came to Proton, and you have made me feel like a person.'

'Thou hast made me feel wanted,' he said. And that, he realized, was the essence. He preferred to be genuinely wanted and needed by an alien creature, than to be routinely accepted by the most human of women.

They walked through the forest. 'This must be near the White Demesnes,' he said. 'That would be northeast of the Blue Demesnes, and some distance away. I recognize this particular region not, but if we go southeast we'll get home.'

'Home to you, perhaps,' she said.