Piper in the Woods

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Harris snapped off the light. The room was pitch black. 'I'll run this first reel for you. The subject is one of the best biologists stationed at the Garrison. Robert Bradshaw. He came in yesterday. I got a good run from the shock box because Bradshaw's mind is so highly differentiated. There's a lot of repressed material of a non-rational nature, more than usual.'

He pressed a switch. The projector whirred, and on the far wall a three-dimensional image appeared in color, so real that it might have been the man himself. Robert Bradshaw was a man of fifty, heavy-set, with iron grey hair and a square jaw. He sat in the chair calmly, his hands resting on the arms, oblivious to the electrodes attached to his neck and wrist. 'There I go,' Harris said. 'Watch.'

His film-image appeared, approaching Bradshaw. 'Now, Mr. Bradshaw,' his image said, 'this won't hurt you at all, and it'll help us a lot.' The image rotated the controls on the shock box. Bradshaw stiffened, and his jaw set, but otherwise he gave no sign. The image of Harris regarded him for a time and then stepped away from the controls.

'Can you hear me, Mr. Bradshaw?' the image asked.

'Yes.'

'What is your name?'

'Robert C. Bradshaw.'

'What is your position?'

'Chief Biologist at the check-station on Y-3.'

'Are you there now?'

'No, I'm back on Terra. In a hospital.'

'Why?'

'Because I admitted to the Garrison Chief that I had become a plant.'

'Is that true? That you are a plant.'

'Yes, in a non-biological sense. I retain the physiology of a human being, of course.'

'What do you mean, then, that you're a plant?'

'The reference is to attitudinal response, to Weltanschauung.'

'Go on.'

'It is possible for a warm-blooded animal, an upper primate, to adopt the psychology of a plant, to some extent.'

'Yes?'

'I refer to this.'

'And the others? They refer to this also?'

'Yes.'

'How did this occur, your adopting this attitude?'

Bradshaw's image hesitated, the lips twisting. 'See?' Harris said to Cox. 'Strong conflict. He wouldn't have gone on, if he had been fully conscious.'

'I—'

'Yes?'

'I was taught to become a plant.'

The image of Harris showed surprise and interest. 'What do you mean, you were taught to become a plant?'

'They realized my problems and taught me to become a plant. Now I'm free from them, the problems.'

'Who? Who taught you?'

'The Pipers.'

'Who? The Pipers? Who are the Pipers?'

There was no answer.

'Mr. Bradshaw, who are the Pipers?'

After a long, agonized pause, the heavy lips parted. 'They live in the woods....'

Harris snapped off the projector, and the lights came on. He and Cox blinked. 'That was all I could get,' Harris said. 'But I was lucky to get that. He wasn't supposed to tell, not at all. That was the thing they all promised not to do, tell who taught them to become plants. The Pipers who live in the woods, on Asteroid Y-3.'

'You got this story from all twenty?'

'No.' Harris grimaced. 'Most of them put up too much fight. I couldn't even get this much from them.'

Cox reflected. 'The Pipers. Well? What do you propose to do? Just wait around until you can get the full story? Is that your program?'

'No,' Harris said. 'Not at all. I'm going to Y-3 and find out who the Pipers are, myself.'

The small patrol ship made its landing with care and precision, its jets choking into final silence. The hatch slid back and Doctor Henry Harris found himself staring out at a field, a brown, sun-baked landing field. At the end of the field was a tall signal tower. Around the field on all sides were long grey buildings, the Garrison check-station itself. Not far off a huge Venusian cruiser was parked, a vast green hulk, like an enormous lime. The technicians from the station were swarming all over it, checking and examining each inch of it for lethal life-forms and poisons that might have attached themselves to the hull.

'All out, sir,' the pilot said.

Harris nodded. He took hold of his two suitcases and stepped carefully down. The ground was hot underfoot, and he blinked in the bright sunlight. Jupiter was in the sky, and the vast planet reflected considerable sunlight down onto the asteroid.

Harris started across the field, carrying his suitcases. A field attendant was already busy opening the storage compartment of the patrol ship, extracting his trunk. The attendant lowered the trunk into a waiting dolly and came after him, manipulating the little truck with bored skill.

As Harris came to the entrance of the signal tower the gate slid back and a man came forward, an older man, large and robust, with white hair and a steady walk.

'How are you, Doctor?' he said, holding his hand out. 'I'm Lawrence Watts, the Garrison Chief.'

They shook hands. Watts smiled down at Harris. He was a huge old man, still regal and straight in his dark blue uniform, with his gold epaulets sparkling on his shoulders.

'Have a good trip?' Watts asked. 'Come on inside and I'll have a drink fixed for you. It gets hot around here, with the Big Mirror up there.'

'Jupiter?' Harris followed him inside the building. The signal tower was cool and dark, a welcome relief. 'Why is the gravity so near Terra's? I expected to go flying off like a kangaroo. Is it artificial?'

'No. There's a dense core of some kind to the asteroid, some kind of metallic deposit. That's why we picked this asteroid out of all the others. It made the construction problem much simpler, and it also explains why the asteroid has natural air and water. Did you see the hills?'

'The hills?'

'When we get up higher in the tower we'll be able to see over the buildings. There's quite a natural park here, a regular little forest, complete with everything you'd want. Come in here, Harris. This is my office.' The old man strode at quite a clip, around the corner and into a large, well-furnished apartment. 'Isn't this pleasant? I intend to make my last year here as amiable as possible.' He frowned. 'Of course, with Deutsch gone, I may be here forever. Oh, well.' He shrugged. 'Sit down, Harris.'

'Thanks.' Harris took a chair, stretching his legs out. He watched Watts as he closed the door to the hall. 'By the way, any more cases come up?'

'Two more today,' Watts was grim. 'Makes almost thirty, in all. We have three hundred men in this station. At the rate it's going—'

'Chief, you spoke about a forest on the asteroid. Do you allow the crew to go into the forest at will? Or do you restrict them to the buildings and grounds?'

Watts rubbed his jaw. 'Well, it's a difficult situation, Harris. I have to let the men leave the grounds sometimes. They can see the forest from the buildings, and as long as you can see a nice place to stretch out and relax that does it. Once every ten days they have a full period of rest. Then they go out and fool around.'