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eakened。　But　then　he　got　a　grip　on　himself；　and　shook　his　head。　The　strength　flew　back　into　his　body。
〃Sorry；　Beth。　It's　too　late　for　that。〃
And　he　pressed　the　〃ASCEND〃　button；　heard　the　roar　as　the　ballast　tanks　blew；　and　Deepstar　III　swayed。　The　habitat　slipped　away　below　him；　and　he　started　toward　the　surface；　a　thousand　feet　above。


Black　water；　no　sense　of　movement　except　for　the　readings　on　the　glowing　green　instrument　panel。　He　began　to　review　the　events　in　his　mind；　as　if　he　were　already　facing　a　Navy　inquiry。　Had　he　done　the　right　thing；　leaving　the　others　behind？
Unquestionably；　he　had。　The　sphere　was　an　alien　object　which　gave　a　person　the　power　to　manifest　his　thoughts。　Well　and　good；　except　that　human　beings　had　a　split　in　their　brains；　a　split　in　their　mental　processes。　It　was　almost　as　if　men　had　two　brains。　The　conscious　brain　could　be　consciously　controlled；　and　presented　no　problem。　But　the　unconscious　brain；　wild　and　abandoned；　was　dangerous　and　destructive　when　its　impulses　were　manifested。
The　trouble　with　people　like　Harry　and　Beth　was　that　they　were　literally　unbalanced。　Their　conscious　brains　were　overdeveloped；　but　they　had　never　bothered　to　explore　their　unconscious。　That　was　the　difference　between　Norman　and　them。　As　a　psychologist；　Norman　had　some　acquaintance　with　his　unconscious。　It　held　no　surprises　for　him。
That　was　why　Harry　and　Beth　had　manifested　monsters；　but　Norman　had　not。　Norman　knew　his　unconscious。　No　monsters　awaited　him。
No。　Wrong。
He　was　startled　by　the　suddenness　of　the　thought；　the　abruptness　of　it。　Was　he　really　wrong？　He　considered　carefully；　and　decided　once　again　that　he　was　correct　after　all。　Beth　and　Harry　were　at　risk　from　the　products　of　their　＇＇346＇＇　unconscious；　but　Norman　was　not。　Norman　knew　himself；　the　others　did　not。
〃The　fears　unleashed　by　contact　with　a　new　life　form　are　not　understood。　The　most　likely　consequence　of　contact　is　absolute　terror。〃
The　statements　from　his　own　report　popped　into　his　head。　Why　should　he　think　of　them　now？　It　had　been　years　since　he　had　written　his　report。
〃Under　circumstances　of　extreme　terror；　people　make　decisions　poorly。〃
Yet　Norman　wasn't　afraid。　Far　from　it。　He　was　confident　and　strong。　He　had　a　plan；　he　was　carrying　it　out。　Why　should　he　even　think　of　that　report？　At　the　time；　he'd　agonized　over　it；　thinking　of　each　sentence。　。。。　Why　was　it　ing　to　mind　now？　It　troubled　him。
〃Your　attention；　please。　Sixteen　minutes　and　counting。〃　Norman　scanned　the　gauges　before　him。　He　was　at　nine　hundred　feet；　rising　swiftly。　There　was　no　turning　back　now。　Why　should　he　even　think　of　turning　back？
Why　should　it　enter　his　mind？
As　he　rose　silently　through　black　water；　he　increasingly　felt　a　kind　of　split　inside　himself；　an　almost　schizophrenic　internal　division。　Something　was　wrong；　he　sensed。　There　was　something　he　hadn't　considered　yet。
But　what　could　he　have　overlooked？　Nothing；　he　decided；　because；　unlike　Beth　and　Harry；　I　am　fully　conscious；　I　am　aware　of　everything　that　is　happening　inside　me。
Except　Norman　didn't　really　believe　that。　plete　awareness　might　be　a　philosophical　goal；　but　it　was　not　really　attainable。　Consciousness　was　like　a　pebble　that　rippled　the　surface　of　the　unconscious。　As　consciousness　widened；　there　was　still　more　unconsciousness　beyond。　There　was　always　more；　just　beyond　reach。　Even　for　a　humanistic　psychologist。
Stein；　his　old　professor：　〃You　always　have　your　shadow。〃
What　was　Norman's　shadow　side　doing　now？　What　was　happening　in　the　unconscious；　denied　parts　of　his　own　brain？　Nothing。　Keep　going　up。
He　shifted　uneasily　in　the　pilot's　chair。　He　wanted　to　go　to　the　surface　so　badly；　he　felt　such　conviction。　。。。
＇＇347＇＇　I　hate　Beth。　I　hate　Harry。　I　hate　worrying　about　these　people；　caring　for　them。　I　don't　want　to　care　any　more。　It's　not　my　responsibility。　I　want　to　save　myself。　I　hate　them。　I　hate　them。
He　was　shocked。　Shocked　by　his　own　thoughts；　the　vehemence　of　them。
I　must　go　back；　he　thought。　If　I　go　back　I　will　die。
But　some　other　part　of　himself　was　growing　stronger　with　each　moment。　What　Beth　had　said　was　true：　Norman　had　been　the　one　who　kept　saying　that　they　had　to　stay　together；　to　work　together。　How　could　he　abandon　them　now？　He　couldn't。　It　was　against　everything　he　believed　in；　everything　that　was　important　and　human。
He　had　to　go　back。
I　am　afraid　to　go　back。
At　last；　he　thought。　There　it　is。　Fear　so　strong　he　had　denied　its　existence；　fear　that　had　caused　him　to　rationalize　abandoning　the　others。
He　pressed　the　controls；　halting　his　ascent。　As　he　started　back　down；　he　saw　that　his　hands　were　shaking。

0130　HOURS

The　sub　came　to　rest　gently　on　the　bottom　beside　the　habitat。　Norman　stepped　into　the　submarine　airlock；　flooded　the　chamber。　Moments　later；　he　climbed　down　the　side　and　walked　toward　the　habitat。　The　Tevac　explosives'　cones　with　their　blinking　red　lights　looked　oddly　festive。
〃Your　attention；　please。　Fourteen　minutes　and　counting。〃　He　estimated　the　time　he　would　need。　One　minute　to　get　inside。　Five；　maybe　six　minutes　to　dress　Beth　and　Harry　in　＇＇348＇＇　the　suits。　Another　four　minutes　to　reach　the　sub　and　get　them　aboard。　Two　or　three　minutes　to　make　the　ascent。
It　was　going　to　be　close。　He　moved　beneath　the　big　support　pylons；　under　the　habitat。
〃So　you　came　back；　Norman；〃　Beth　said；　over　the　inter。
〃Yes；　Beth。〃
〃Thank　God；〃　she　said。　She　started　to　cry。　He　was　beneath　A　Cyl；　hearing　her　sobs　over　the　inter。　He　found　the　hatch　cover；　spun　the　wheel　to　open　it。　It　was　locked　shut。
〃Beth；　open　the　hatch。〃
She　was　crying　over　the　inter。　She　didn't　answer　him。
〃Beth；　can　you　hear　me？　Open　the　hatch。〃
Crying　like　a　child；　sobbing　hysterically。　〃Norman；〃　she　said。　〃Please　help　me。　Please。〃
〃I'm　trying　to　help　you；　Beth。　Open　the　hatch。〃
〃I　can't。〃
〃What　do　you　mean；　you　can't？〃
〃It　won't　do　any　good。〃
〃Beth；〃　he　said。　〃e　on；　now。。。　。〃
〃I　can't　do　it；　Norman。〃
〃Of　course　you　can。　Open　the　hatch；　Beth。〃
〃You　shouldn't　have　e　back；　Norman。〃
There　was　no　time　for　this　now。　〃Beth；　pull　yourself　together。　Open　the　hatch。〃
〃No；　Norman；　I　can't。〃
And　she　began　crying　again。


He　tried　all　the　hatches；　one　after　another。　B　Cyl；　locked。　C　Cyl；　locked。　D　Cyl；　locked。
〃Your　attention；　please。　Thirteen　minutes　and　counting。〃　He　was　standing　by　E　Cyl；　which　had　been　flooded　in　an　earlier　attack。　He　saw　the　gaping；　jagged　tear　in　the　outer　cylinder　surface。　The　hole　was　large　enough　for　him　to　climb　through；　but　the　edges　were　sharp；　and　if　he　tore　his　suit　。。。
＇＇349＇＇　No；　he　decided。　It　was　too　risky。　He　moved　beneath　E　Cyl。　Was　there　a　hatch？
He　found　a　hatch；　spun　the　wheel。　It　opened　easily。　He　pushed　the　circular　lid　upward；　heard　it　clang　against　the　inner　wall。
〃Norman？　Is　that　you？〃
He　hauled　himself　up；　into　E　Cyl。　He　was　panting　from　the　exertion；　on　his　hands　and　knees　on　the　deck　of　E　Cyl。　He　shut　the　hatch　and　locked　it　again；　then　took　a　moment　to　get　his　breath。
〃Your　attention；　please。　Twelve　minutes　and　counting。〃
Jesus；　he　thought。　Already？
Something　white　drifted　past　his　faceplate；　startling　him。　He　pulled　back；　realized　it　was　a　box　of　corn　flakes。　When　he　touched　it；　the　cardboard　disintegrated　in　his　hands；　the　flakes　like　yellow　snow。
He　was　in　the　kitchen。　Beyond　the　stove　he　saw　another　hatch；　leading　to　D　Cyl。　D　Cyl　was　not　flooded；　which　meant　that　he　must　somehow　pressurize　E　Cyl。
He　looked　up；　saw　an　overhead　bulkhead　hatch；　leading　to　the　living　room　with　the　gaping　tear。　He　climbed　up　quickly。　He　needed　to　find　gas；　some　kind　of　tanks。　The　living　room　was　dark；　except　for　the　reflected　light　from　the　floodlights；　which　filtered　in　through　the　tear。　Cushions　and　padding　floated　in　the　water。　Something　touched　him　and　he　spun　and　saw　dark　hair　streaming　around　a　face；　and　as　the　hair　moved　he　saw　part　of　the　face　was　missing；　torn　away　grotesquely。
Tina。
Norman　shuddered；　pushed　her　body　away。　It　drifted　off；　moving　upward。
〃Your　attention；　please。　Eleven　minutes　and　counting。〃　It　was　all　happening　too　fast；　he　thought。　There　was　hardly　enough　time　left。　He　needed　to　be　inside　the　habitat　now。　No　tanks　in　the　living　room。　He　climbed　back　down　to　the　kitchen；　shutting　the　hatch　above。　He　looked　at　the　stove；　the　ovens。　He　opened　the　oven　door；　and　a　burst　of　gas　bubbled　out。　Air　trapped　in　the　oven。
But　that　couldn't　be　right；　he　thought；　because　gas　was　still　＇＇350＇＇　ing　out。　A　trickle　of　bubbles　continued　to　e　from　the　open　oven。
A　steady　trickle。
What　had　Barnes　said　about　cooking　under　pressure？　There　was　something　unusual　about　it；　he　couldn't　remember　exactly。　Did　they　use　gas？　Yes；　but　they　also　needed　more　oxygen。　That　meant
He　pulled　the　stove　away　from　the　wall；　grunting　with　exertion；　and　then　he　found　it。　A　squat　bottle　of　propane；　and　two　large　blue　tanks。
Oxygen　tanks。
He　twisted　the　Y…valves；　his　gloved　fingers　clumsy。　Gas　began　to　roar　out。　The　bubbles　rushed　up　to　the　ceiling；　where　the　gas　was　trapped；　the　big　air　bubble　that　was　forming。
He　opened　the　second　oxygen　tank。　The　water　level　fell　rapidly；　to　his　waist；　then　his　knees。　Then　it　stopped。　The　tanks　must　be　empty。　No　matter；　the　level　was　low　enough。
〃Your　attention；　please。　Ten　minutes　and　counting。〃　Norman　opened　the　bulkhead　door　to　D　Cyl；　and　stepped　through；　into　the　habitat。


The　light　was　dim。　A　strange　green；　slimy　mold　covered　the　walls。
On　the　couch；　Harry　lay　unconscious；　the　intravenous　line　still　in　his　arm。　Norman　pulled　the　needle　out　with　a　spurt　of　blood。　He　shook　Harry；　trying　to　rouse　him。
Harry's　eyelids　fluttered；　but　he　was　otherwise　unresponsive。　Norman　lifted　him；　put　him　over　his　shoulder；　carried　him　through　the　habitat。
On　the　inter；　Beth　was　still　crying。　〃Norman；　you　shouldn't　have　e。〃
〃Where　are　you；　Beth？〃
On　the　monitors；　he　read：
DETONATION　SEQUENCE　09：32。
Counting　backward。　The　numbers　seemed　too　to　move　fast。
＇＇351＇＇　〃Take　Harry　and　go；　Norman。　Both　of　you　go。　Leave　me　behind。〃
〃Tell　me　where　you　are；　Beth。〃
He　was　moving　through　the　habitat；　from　D　to　C　Cyl。　He　didn't　see　her　anywhere。　Harry　was　a　dead　weight　on　his　shoulder；　making　it　difficult　to　get　through　the　bulkhead　doors。
〃It　won't　do　any　good；　Norman。〃
〃e　on；　Beth。　。。。〃
〃I　know　I'm　bad；　Norman。　I　know　I　can't　be　helped。〃
〃Beth　。。。〃　He　was　hearing　her　through　the　helmet　radio；　so　he　could　not　locate　her　by　the　sound。　But　he　could　not　risk　removing　his　helmet。　Not　now。
〃I　deserve　to　die；　Norman。〃
〃Cut　it　out；　Beth。〃
〃Attention；　please。　Nine　minutes　and　counting。〃
A　new　alarm　sounded；　an　intermittent　beeping　that　became　louder　and　more　intense　as　the　seconds　ticked　by。
He　was　in　B　Cyl；　a　maze　of　pipes　and　equipment。　Once　clean　and　multicolored；　now　the　slimy　mold　coated　every　surface。　In　some　places　fibrous　mossy　strands　hung　down。　B　Cyl　looked　like　a　jungle　swamp。
〃Beth　。。。〃
She　was　silent　now。　She　must　be　in　this　room；　he　thought。　B　Cyl　had　always　been　Beth's　favorite　place；　the　place　where　the　habitat　was　controlled。　He　put　Harry　on　the　deck；　propped　him　against　a　wall。　But　the　wall　was　slippery　and　Harry　slid　down；　banged　his　head。　He　coughed；　opened　his　eyes。
〃Jesus。　Norman？〃
Norman　held　his　hand　up；　signaling　Harry　to　be　quiet。
〃Beth？〃　Norman　said。
No　answer。　Norman　moved　among　the　slimy　pipes。
〃Beth？〃
〃Leave　me；　Norman。〃
〃I　can't　do　that；　Beth。　I'm　taking　you；　too。〃
〃No。　I'm　staying；　Norman。〃
〃Beth；〃　he　said；　〃there's　no　time　for　this。〃
〃I'm　staying；　Norman。　I　deserve　to　stay。〃
＇＇352＇＇　He　saw　her。
Beth　was　huddled　in　the　back；　wedged　among　pipes；　crying　like　a　child。　She　held　one　of　the　explosive…tipped　spear　guns　in　her　hand。　She　looked　at　him　tearfully。
〃Oh；　Norman；〃　she　said。　〃You　were　going　to　leave　us。　。。。〃
〃I'm　sorry。　I　was　wrong。〃
He　started　toward　her；　holding　out　his　hands　to　her。　She　swung　the　spear　gun　around。　〃No；　you　were　right。　You　were　right。　I　want　you　to　leave　now。〃
Above　her　head　he　saw　a　glowing　monitor；　the　numbers　clicking　inexorably　backward：　08：27　。。。　08：26　。。。
He　thought；　I　can　change　this。　I　want　the　numbers　to　stop　counting。
The　numbers　did　not　stop。
〃You　can't　fight　me；　Norman；〃　she　said；　huddled　in　the　corner。　Her　eyes　blazed　with　furious　energy。
〃I　can　see　that。〃
〃There　isn't　much　time；　Norman。　I　want　you　to　leave。〃　She　held　the　gun；　pointed　firmly　toward　him。　He　had　a　sudden　sense　of