“Do you remember the story of Hansel and Gretel? Studied it in school? Well, we’re going to do it in reverse. Watch!” I threw the first nut. Not far, just like I wanted, about ten yards. The nut got there safely. “Did you see that?”
“So?” he said.
“Not ‘so.’ I asked if you saw it?”
“I saw it.”
“Now drive the boot at the lowest speed over to the nut and stop two feet away from it. Got it?”
“Got it. Are you looking for graviconcentrates?”
“I’m looking for what I should be looking for. Wait, I’ll throw another one. Watch where it goes and don’t take your eyes off it again.”
The second nut also went fine and landed next to the first one.
“Let’s go.”
He started the boot. His face was calm and clear. Obviously he understood. They’re all like that, the eggheads, the most important thing for them is to find a name for things. Until he had come up with a name, he was too pathetic to look at—a real idiot. But now that he had some label like graviconcentrate, he thought that he understood everything and life was a breeze.
We passed the first nut, and the second, and a third. Tender was sighing and shifting from foot to foot and yawning nervously—he was feeling trapped, poor fellow. It would do him good. He’d knock off ten pounds today, this was better than any diet. I threw a fourth nut. There was something wrong with its trajectory. I couldn’t explain what was wrong, but I sensed that it wasn’t right. I grabbed Kirill’s hand.
“Hold it,” I said. “Don’t move an inch.”
I picked up another one and threw it higher and further. There it was, the mosquito mange! The nut flew up normally and seemed to be dropping normally, but halfway down it was as if something pulled it to the side, and pulled it so hard that when it landed it disappeared into the clay.
“Did you see that?” I whispered.
“Only in the movies.” He was straining to see and I was afraid he’d fall out of the boot. “Throw another one, huh?”
It was funny and sad. One! As though one would be enough! Oh, science. So I threw eight more nuts and bolts until I knew the shape of this mange spot. To be honest, I could have gotten by with seven, but I threw one just for him smack into the middle, so that he could enjoy his concentrate. It crashed into the clay like it was a ten-pound weight instead of a bolt. It crashed and left a hole in the clay. He grunted with pleasure.
“OK,” I said, “we had our fun, now let’s go. Watch closely. I’m throwing out a pathfinder, don’t take your eyes off it.”
So we got around the mosquito mange spot and got up on the hillock. It was so small that it looked like a cat turd. I had never even noticed it before. We hovered over the hillock. The asphalt was less than twenty feet away. It was clear. I could see every blade of grass, every crack. It looked like a snap. Just throw the nut and be on with it.
I couldn’t throw the nut.
I didn’t understand what was happening to me, but I just couldn’t make up my mind to throw that nut.
“What’s the matter?” asked Kirill. “Why are we just standing here?”
“Wait,” I said. “Just shut up.”
I thought I’d toss the nut and then we’ll quietly move along, like coasting on melted butter, without disturbing a blade of grass. Thirty seconds and we’re on the asphalt. And suddenly I broke out in a sweat! My eyes were blinded by it. And I knew that I wouldn’t be throwing the nut there. To the left, as many as you want. The road was longer that way, and there was a bunch of pebbles that didn’t seem too cozy, but I was ready to throw in that direction. But not straight ahead. Not for anything. So I threw the nut to the left. Kirill said nothing, turned the boot, and drove up to the nut. Then he looked over at me. I must have looked pretty bad because he looked away immediately.
“It’s all right,” I said. “The path around is faster.” I tossed the last nut onto the asphalt.
It was a lot simpler after that. I found the crack, and it was still clean, not overgrown with any garbage, and unchanged in color. I just looked at it and rejoiced in silence. It led us to the garage door better than any pylons or signposts.
I ordered Kirill to descend to four feet. I lay flat on my belly and looked into the open doors. At first I couldn’t see anything because of the bright sunlight. Just blackness. Then my eyes grew accustomed and I saw that nothing seemed to have changed in the garage since the last time. The dump truck was still parked over the pit, in perfect shape, without any holes or spots. And everything was still the same on the cement floor—probably because there wasn’t too much witches’ jelly in the pit and it hadn’t splashed out since that time. There was only one thing that I didn’t like. In the very back of the garage, near the canisters, I could see something silvery. That hadn’t been there before. Well, all right, so there was something silvery, we couldn’t go back now just because of that! I mean it didn’t shine in any special way, just a little bit and in a calm, even a gentle way. I just got up, brushed myself off, and looked around. There were the trucks on the lot, just like new. Even newer than they had been the last time I was here. And the gasoline truck, the poor bastard was rusted through and ready to fall apart. There was the cover on the ground, just like on that map of theirs.
I didn’t like the looks of that cover. Its shadow wasn’t right. The sun was at our backs, yet its shadow was stretching toward us. Well, all right, it was far enough away from us. It seemed OK, we could get on with our work. But what was the silvery thing shining back there? Was it just my imagination? It would be nice to have a smoke now and sit for a spell and mull it all over—why there was that shine over the canisters, why it didn’t shine next to them, why the cover was casting that shadow. Buzzard Burbridge told me something about the shadows, that they were weird but harmless. Something happens here with the shadows. But what was that silvery shine? It looked just like cobwebs on the trees in a forest. What kind of spider could have spun it? I had never seen any bugs in the Zone. The worst part was that my empty was right there, two steps from the canisters. I should have stolen it that time. Then we wouldn’t be having any of these problems now. But it was too heavy. After all, the bitch was full, I could pick it up all right, but as for dragging it on my back, in the dark, on all fours… If you haven’t carried an empty around, try it: it’s like hauling twenty pounds of water without a pail. It was time to go. I wished I had a drink. I turned to Tender.
“Kirill and I are going into the garage now. You stay here. Don’t touch the controls without my orders, no matter what, even if the earth catches fire under you. If you chicken out, I’ll find you in the hereafter.”
He nodded at me seriously, as if to say, I won’t chicken out. His nose looked like a plum, I had really given him a solid punch. I lowered the emergency pulley ropes carefully, checked out the silvery glow one more time, waved Kirill on, and started down. On the asphalt, I waited for him to come down the other rope.
“Don’t rush,” I said. “No hurry. Less dust.”
We stood on the asphalt, the boot swaying next to us, and the ropes wriggling under our feet. Tender stuck his head over the rail and looked at us. His eyes were full of despair. It was time to go.
“Follow me step for step, two steps behind me, keep your eyes on my back, and stay alert.”
I went on. I stopped in the doorway to look around. It’s a hell of a lot easier working in the daylight than at night! I remember lying in that same doorway. It was pitch black and the witches’ jelly was shooting tongues of flame up from the pit, pale blue, like burning alcohol. It didn’t make things any lighter. In fact, the bastards made it seem even darker. And now, it was a snap! My eyes had gotten used to the murky light, and I could even see the dust in the darkest corners. And there really was something silvery over there—there were silvery threads stretching to the ceiling from the canisters. They sure looked like a spider’s web. Maybe that’s all it was, too, but I was going to keep away from it. That’s where I made my mistake. I should have stood Kirill right next to me, waited for his eyes to grow accustomed to the light, too, and then pointed out the web to him. Point it out to him. But I was used to working alone. I saw what I had to see, and I forgot all about Kirill.
I stepped inside and went straight for the canisters. I crouched over the empty. There didn’t seem to be any web on the empty. I picked up one end and said to Kirill:
“Here, grab one, and don’t drop it—it’s heavy.”
I looked up and felt a catch in my throat. I couldn’t utter a sound. I wanted to shout “Stop! Freeze!” but I couldn’t. And I probably wouldn’t have had time, anyway, it all happened so fast. Kirill stepped over the empty, turned his back to the canisters, and got his whole back into the silver web. I shut my eyes. I went numb and the
