candidates that live along The River.'
Candidates? Burton thought. Candidates for what? For eternal life? Had Spruce told the truth about the purpose behind the Resurrection?
Loga said, 'We had no idea that you were escaping us by suicide. Even when you were detected in areas so widely separated that you could not possibly have gotten to them except through resurrection, we did not suspect. We thought that you had been killed and then translated. The years went by. We had no idea where you were. There were other things for us to do, so we pulled all agents from the Burton Case, as we called it, except for some stationed at both ends of The River. Somehow, you had knowledge of the polar tower. Later we found out how. Your friends Goring and Collop were very helpful, although they did not know they were talking to Ethicals, of course!
'Who notified you that I was near The River’s end?' Burton said.
Lop smiled and said, 'There’s no need for you to know. However, we would have caught you anyway. You see, every space in the restoration bubble — the place where you unaccountably awakened during the pre-resurrection phase — has an automatic counter. They were installed for statistical and research purposes. We like to keep records of what’s going on. For instance, any candidate who has a higher than average number of deaths sooner or later is a subject for study. Usually later, since we’re short-handed.
'It was not until your 777th death that we got around to looking at some of the higher frequency resurrections. Yours had the highest count. You may be congratulated on this, I suppose.'
'There were others, as well?’
'They’re not being pursued, if that’s what you mean. And, relatively speaking, they’re not many. We had no idea that it was you who had racked up this staggering number. Your space in the PR bubble was empty when we looked at it during our Statistical investigation. The two technicians who had seen you when you woke up in the PR chamber identified you by your photograph.
'We set the resurrector so that the next time your body was to be re-created, an alarm would notify us, and we would bring you here to this place.'
'Suppose I hadn’t died again?' Burton said.
'You were destined to die! You planned on trying to enter the polar sea via The River’s mouth, right?! That is impossible. The last hundred miles of The River go through an underground tunnel. Any boat would be torn to pieces. Like others who have dared the journey, you would have died.'
Burton said, 'My photograph — the one I took from Agneau. That was obviously taken on Earth when I was an officer for John Company in India. How was that gotten?'
'Research, Mr. Burton,' Loga said, still smiling.
Burton wanted to smash the look of superiority on his face. He did not seem to be restrained by anything; he could, seemingly, walk over to Loga and strike him. But he knew that the Ethicals were not likely to sit in the same room with him without safeguards. They would as soon have given a rabid hyena its freedom.
Did you ever find out what made me awaken before my time?' he asked. 'Or what made those others gain consciousness, too?' Loga gave a start. Several of the men and women gasped.
Loga rallied first. He said, 'We’ve made a thorough examination of your body. You have no idea how thorough. We have also screened every component of your … psychomorph, I think you could call it. Or aura, whichever word you prefer.'
He 'gestured at the sphere above his head. 'We found no clues whatsoever.'
Burton threw back his head and laughed loudly and long.
'So you bastards don’t know everything!'
Loga smiled tightly. 'No. We never will. Only One is Omnipotent' He touched his forehead, lips, heart, and genitals with the three longest fingers of his right hand. The others did the same.
'However, I’ll tell you that you frightened us -if that’ll make you feel any better. You still do. You see, we are fairly sure that you may be one of the men of whom we were warned.'
'Warned against? By whom?'
'By, a… sort of giant computer, a living one. And by its operator.' Again, he made the curious sign with his fingers.
'That’s all I care to tell you — even though you won’t remember a thing that occurs down here after we send you back to the Rivervalley.' Burton’s mind was clouded with anger, but not so much that he missed the 'down here.' Did that mean that the resurrection machinery and the hideout of the Ethicals were below the surface of the Riverworld?
Loga continued, 'The data indicates you may have the potentiality to wreck our plans. Why you should or hoes you might, we do not know. But we respect our source of information, how highly you can’t imagine.'
'If you believe that,' Burton said, 'why don’t you just put me in cold storage? Suspend me between those two bars. Leave me floating in space, turning around and around forever, like a roast on a spit, until your plans are completed?' Loge said, 'We couldn’t do that! That act alone would ruin everything! How would you attain your salvation? Besides, that would mean an unforgivable violence on our part! It’s unthinkable!
'You were being violent when you forced me to run and hide from you,' Burton said. 'You are being violent now by holding me here against my will. And you will violate me when you destroy my memory of this little tete-a-tete with you.’
Loge almost wrung his hands. If he was the Mysterious Stranger, the renegade Ethical, he was a great actor.
In a grieved tone, Loga said, 'That is only partly true. We had to take certain measures to protect ourselves. If the man had been anyone but you, we would have left you strictly alone. It is true we violated our own code of ethics by making you run from us and by examining you. That had to be, however. And, believe me, we are paying for this in mental agony.'
'You could make up for some of it by telling me why I, why all the human beings that ever lived, have been resurrected. And how you did it.’
Loga talked, with occasional interruptions from some of the others. The yellow-haired woman broke in most often, and after a while Burton deduced from her attitude and Loga’s that she was either his wife or she held a high position.
Another man interrupted at times. When he did, there was a concentration and respect from the others that led Burton to believe he was the head of this group. Once he turned his head so that the light sparkled off one eye. Burton stared, because he had not noticed before that the left eye was a jewel.
Burton thought that it probably was a device, which gave him a sense, or senses, of perception denied the others. From then on, Burton felt uncomfortable whenever the faceted and gleaming eye was turned on him. What did that many-angled prism see? At the end of the explanation, Burton did not know much more than he had before. The Ethicals could see back into the past with a sort of chronoscope; with this they had been able to record whatever physical beings they wished to. Using these records as models, they had then performed the resurrection with energy-matter converters.
'What,' Burton said, 'would happen if you re-created two bodies of an individual at the same time?' Loge smiled wryly and said that the experiment had been performed. Only one body had life.
Burton smiled like a cat that has just eaten a mouse. He said, 'I think you’re lying to me. Or telling me half-truths. There is a fallacy in all this. If human beings can attain such a rarefiedly high ethical state that they 'go on,' why are you Ethicals, supposedly superior beings, still here? Why haven’t you, too, 'gone on’?
The faces of all but Loga and the jewel-eyed man became rigid. Loge laughed and said, 'Very shrewd. An excellent point. I can only answer that some of us do go on. But more is demanded of us, ethically speaking, than of you resurrectees.'
'I still think you’re lying,' Burton said. 'However, there’s nothing I can do about it.' He grinned and said, 'Not just now, anyway.'
'If you persist in that attitude, you will never Go On,' Loga said. 'But we felt that we owed it to you to explain what we are doing — as best we could. When we catch those others who have been tampered with, we’ll do the same for them.’
'There’s a Judas among you,' Burton said, enjoying the effect of his words.
But the jewel-eyed man said, 'Why don’t you tell him the truth, Loga? It’ll wipe off that sickening smirk and put him in his proper place.'
Loga hesitated, then said, 'Very well, Thanabur. Burton, you will have to be very careful from now on. You must not commit suicide and you must fight as hard to stay alive as you did on Earth, when you thought you had only one life. There is a limit to the number of times a man may be resurrected. After a certain amount — it varies and there’s no way to predict the individual allotment — the psychomorph seems unable to reattach itself to the body. Every death weakens the attraction between body and psychomorph. Eventually, the psychomorph comes to the point of no return. It becomes a — well, to use an unscientific term — a 'lost soul:' It wanders bodiless through the universe; we can detect these unattached psychomorphs without instruments, unlike those of the — how shall I put it? — the 'saved,' which disappear entirely from our ken.
'So you see, you must give up this form o? travel by death. This is why continued suicide by those poor unfortunates who cannot face life is, if not the unforgivable sin, the irrevocable.' The jewel-eyed man said, 'The traitor, the filthy unknown who claims to be aiding you, was actually using you for his own purposes. He did not tell you that you were expending your chance for eternal life by carrying out his — and your — designs. He, or she, whoever the traitor is, is evil. Evil, evil! 'Therefore, you must be careful from now on. You may have a residue of a dozen or so deaths left to you. Or your next death may be your last! '
Burton stood up and shouted, 'You don’t want me to get to the end of The River? Why?'
'Why?'
Loga said, 'Au revoir. Forgive us for this violence.' Burton did not see any of the twelve persons point an instrument at him. But consciousness sprang from him as swiftly as an arrow from the bow, and he awoke…
30
The first person to greet him was Peter Frigate. Frigate lost his customary reserve; he wept. Burton cried a little himself and had difficulty for a while in answering Frigate’s piled-one-on-the-other questions. First, Burton had to find out what Frigate, Loghu, and Alice had done after he had disappeared. Frigate replied that the three had looked for him, then had sailed back up The River to Theleme. — 'Where have you been?' Frigate said.
'From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it,' Burton said. 'However, unlike Satan, I found at least several perfect and upright men, fearing God and eschewing evil. Damn few, though. Most men and women are still the selfish, ignorant, superstitious, self-blinding, hypocritical, cowardly wretches they were on Earth. And in most, the old red-eyed killer ape struggles with its keeper, society, and would break out and bloody its hands.'
