would, under similar circumstances. No wonder they don't want no bims around him.'
Smith had been aware of the visit by the doctors but he had grokked at once that their intentions were benign; it was not necessary for the major part of him to be jerked back from where he was.
At the hour in the morning when human nurses slap patient's faces with cold, wet cloths under the pretense of washing them, Smith returned from his journey. He speeded up his heart, increased his respiration, and again took note of his surroundings, viewing them with serenity. He looked the room over, noting without discrimination and with praise all its details, both important and unimportant. He was, in fact, seeing it for the first time, as he had been incapable of enfolding it when he had been brought there the day before. This commonplace room was not commonplace to him; there was nothing remotely like it on all Mars, nor did it resemble the wedge-shaped metal- walled compartments of the Champion. But, having relived the events linking his nest to this place, he was now prepared to accept it, commend it, and in some degree to cherish it.
He became aware that there was another living creature in the room with him. A granddaddy longlegs was making a futile journey down from the ceiling, spinning as it went. Smith watched it with delight and wondered if it were a nestling form of man.
Doctor Archer Frame, the interne who had relieved Thaddeus, walked in at that moment. 'Good morning,' he said. 'How do you feel?'
Smith turned the question over in his mind. The first phrase he recognized as a formal sound, requiring no answer but which could be repeated - or might not be. The second phrase was listed in his mind with several possible translations. If Doctor Nelson used it, it meant one thing; if Captain van Tromp used it, it was a formal sound, needing no reply.
He felt that dismay which so often overtook him in trying to communicate with these creatures - a frightening sensation unknown to him before he met men. But he forced his body to remain calm and risked an answer. 'Feel good.'
'Good!' the creature echoed. 'Doctor Nelson will be along in a minute. Feel like some breakfast?'
All four symbols in the query were in Smith's vocabulary but he had trouble believing that he had heard them rightly. He knew that he was food, but he did not 'feel like' food. Nor had he had any warning that he might be selected for such an honor. He had not known that the food supply was such that it was necessary to reduce the corporate group. He was filled with mild regret, since there was still so much to grok of these new events, but no reluctance.
But he was excused from the effort of translating an answer by the entrance of Dr. Nelson. The ship's doctor had had little rest and less sleep; he wasted no time on speech but inspected Smith and the array of dials in silence.
Then he turned to Smith. 'Bowels move?' he asked.
Smith understood this; Nelson always asked about it. 'No, not yet.'
'We'll take care of that. But first you eat. Orderly, fetch in that tray.'
Nelson fed him two or three bites, then required him to hold the spoon and feed himself. It was tiring but gave him a feeling of gay triumph, for it was the first unassisted action he had taken since reaching this oddly distorted space. He cleaned out the bowl and remembered to ask, 'Who is this?' so that he could praise his benefactor.
'What is this, you mean,' Nelson answered. 'It's a synthetic food jelly, based on amino acids - and now you know as much as you did before. Finished? All right, climb out of that bed.'
'Beg pardon?' It was an attention symbol which he had learned was useful when communication failed.
'I said get out of there. Sit up. Stand up. Walk around. You can do it. Sure, you're weak as a kitten but you'll never put on muscle floating in that bed.' Nelson opened a valve at the head of the bed; water drained out. Smith restrained a feeling of insecurity, knowing that Nelson cherished him. Shortly he lay on the floor of the bed with the watertight cover wrinkled around him. Nelson added, 'Doctor Frame, take his other elbow. We'll have to help him and steady him.'
With Dr. Nelson to encourage him and both of them to help him, Smith stood up and stumbled over the rim of the bed. 'Steady. Now stand up on your own,' Nelson directed. 'Don't be afraid. We'll catch you if necessary.'
He made the effort and stood alone - a slender young man with underdeveloped muscles and overdeveloped chest. His hair had been cut in the Champion and his whiskers removed and inhibited. His most marked feature was his bland, expressionless, almost babyish face - set with eyes which would have seemed more at home in a man of ninety.
He stood alone for a moment, trembling slightly, then tried to walk. He managed three shuffling steps and broke into a sunny, childlike smile. 'Good boy!' Nelson applauded.
He tried another step, began to tremble violently and suddenly collapsed. They barely managed to break his fall. 'Damn!' Nelson fumed. 'He's gone into another one. Here, help me lift him into the bed. No - fill it first.'
Frame did so, cutting off the flow when the cover skin floated six inches from the top. They lugged him into it, awkwardly because he had frozen into the foetal position. 'Get a collar pillow under his neck,' instructed Nelson, 'and call me when he comes out of it. No - let me sleep, I need it. Unless something worries you. We'll walk him again this afternoon and tomorrow we'll start systematic exercise. In three months I'll have him swinging through the trees like a monkey. There's nothing really wrong with him.'
'Yes, Doctor,' Frame answered doubtfully.
'Oh, yes, when he comes out of it, teach him how to use the bathroom. Have the nurse help you; I don't Want him to fall.'
'Yes, sir. Uh, any particular method - I mean, how-'
'Eh? Show him, of course! Demonstrate. He probably won't understand much that you say to him, but he's bright as a whip. He'll be bathing himself by the end of the week.'
Smith ate lunch without help. Presently a male orderly came in to remove his tray. The man glanced around, then came to the bed and leaned over him. 'Listen,' he said in a low voice, 'I've got a fat proposition for you.'
'Beg pardon?'
'A deal, a bargain, a way for you to make a lot of money fast and easy.'
''Money?' What is 'money'?'
'Never mind the philosophy; everybody needs money. Now listen I'll have to talk fast because I can't stay in here long - and it's taken a lot of fixing to get me in here at all. I represent Peerless Features. We'll pay you sixty thousand for your exclusive story and it won't be a bit of trouble to you - we've got the best ghost writers in the business. You just talk and answer questions; they put it together.' He whipped out a piece of paper. 'Just read this and sign it. I've got the down payment with me.'
Smith accepted the paper, stared thoughtfully at it, holding it upside down. The man looked at him and muffled an exclamation. 'Lordy! Don't you read English?'
Smith understood this well enough to answer. 'No.'
'Well- Here, I'll read it to you, then you just put your thumb print in the square and I'll witness it. 'I, the undersigned, Valentine Michael Smith, sometimes known as the Man from Mars, do grant and assign to Peerless Features, Limited, all and exclusive rights in my true-fact story to be titled I Was a Prisoner on Mars in exchange for-'
'Orderly!'
Dr. Frame was standing in the door of the watch room; the paper disappeared into the man's clothes. 'Coming, sir. I was just getting this tray.'
'What were you reading?'
'Nothing.'
'I saw you. Never mind, come out of there quickly. This patient is not to be disturbed.' The man obeyed; Dr. Frame closed the door behind them. Smith lay motionless for the next half hour, but try as he might he could not grok it at all.
IV
GILLIAN BOARDMAN WAS CONSIDERED professionally competent as a nurse; she was judged competent in wider fields by the bachelor internes and she was judged harshly by some other women. There was no harm in her and her hobby was men. When the grapevine carried the word that there was a patient in special suite K-12 who had never laid eyes on a woman in his life, she did not believe it. When detailed explanation
