Alan E. Nourse Super Pack. Alan E. Nourse

look like a human being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one. What you’re asking them to believe is utterly incredible.”

      “But it’s true.”

      Morgan shrugged. “So it’s true. I won’t argue with you. But as I asked before, even if I did believe you, what do you expect me to do about it? Why pick me, of all the people you’ve seen?”

      There was a desperate light in Parks’ eyes. “I was tired, tired of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as though I’d lost my wits when I tried to tell them the truth. You were here, you were alone, so I started talking. And then I found out you wrote stories.” He looked up eagerly. “I’ve got to get back, Morgan, somehow. My life is there, my family. And think what it would mean to both of our worlds—contact with another intelligent race! Combine our knowledges, our technologies, and we could explore the galaxy!”

      He leaned forward, his thin face intense. “I need money and I need help. I know some of the mathematics of the warp principle, know some of the design, some of the power and wiring principles. You have engineers here, technologists, physicists. They could fill in what I don’t know and build a guide beam. But they won’t do it if they don’t believe me. Your government won’t listen to me, they won’t appropriate any money.”

      “Of course they won’t. They’ve got a war or two on their hands, they have public welfare, and atomic bombs, and rockets to the moon to sink their money into.” Morgan stared at the man. “But what can I do?”

      “You can write! That’s what you can do. You can tell the world about me, you can tell exactly what has happened. I know how public interest can be aroused in my world. It must be the same in yours.”

      Morgan didn’t move. He just stared. “How many people have you talked to?” he asked.

      “A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.”

      “And how many believed you?”

      “None.”

      “You mean nobody would believe you?”

      “Not one soul. Until I talked to you.”

      And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears rolling down his cheeks. “And I’m the one man who couldn’t help you if my life depended on it,” he gasped.

      “You believe me?”

      Morgan nodded sadly. “I believe you. Yes. I think your warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own planet, not to another star, but I think you’re telling the truth.”

      “Then you can help me.”

      “I’m afraid not.”

      “Why not?”

      “Because I’d be worse than no help at all.”

      Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white. “Why?” he cried hoarsely. “If you believe me, why can’t you help me?”

      Morgan pointed to the magazine lying on the table. “I write, yes,” he said sadly. “Ever read stories like this before?”

      Parks picked up the magazine, glanced at the bright cover. “I barely looked at it.”

      “You should look more closely. I have a story in this issue. The readers thought it was very interesting,” Morgan grinned. “Go ahead, look at it.”

      The stranger from the stars leafed through the magazine, stopped at a page that carried Roger Morgan’s name. His eyes caught the first paragraph and he turned white. He set the magazine down with a trembling hand. “I see,” he said, and the life was gone out of his voice. He spread the pages viciously, read the lines again.

      The paragraph said:

      “Just suppose,” said Martin, “that I did believe you.

      Just for argument.” He glanced up at the man across the table.

      “Where do we go from here?”

      My Friend Bobby

      My name is Jimmy and I am five years old, and my friend Bobby is five years old too but he says he thinks he’s really more than five years old because he’s already grown up and I’m just a little boy. We live out in the country because that’s where mommy and daddy live, and every morning daddy takes the car out of the barn and rides into the city to work, and every night he comes back to eat supper and to see mommy and Bobby and me. One time I asked daddy why we don’t live in the city like some people do and he laughed and said you wouldn’t really want to live in the city would you? After all he said you couldn’t have Bobby in the city, so I guess it’s better to live in the country after all.

      Anyway daddy says that the city is no place to raise kids these days. I asked Bobby if I am a kid and he said he guessed so but I don’t think he really knows because Bobby isn’t very smart. But Bobby is my friend even if he doesn’t know much and I like him more than anybody else.

      Mommy doesn’t like Bobby very much and when I am bad she makes Bobby go outdoors even when it’s cold outside. Mommy says I shouldn’t play with Bobby so much because after all Bobby is only a dog but I like Bobby. Everyone else is so big, and when mommy and daddy are home all I can see is their legs unless I look way up high, and when I do something bad I’m scared because they’re so big and strong. Bobby is strong too but he isn’t any bigger than I am, and he is always nice to me. He has a long shaggy brown coat and a long pointed nose, and a nice collar of white fur and people sometimes say to daddy what a nice collie that is and daddy says yes isn’t he and he takes to the boy so. I don’t know what a collie is but I have fun with Bobby all the time. Sometimes he lets me ride on his back and we talk to each other and have secrets even though I don’t think he is very smart. I don’t know why mommy and daddy don’t understand me when I talk to them the way I talk to Bobby but maybe they just pretend they can’t hear me talk that way.

      I am always sorry when daddy goes to work in the morning. Daddy is nice to me most times and takes me and Bobby for walks. But mommy never takes me for walks and when we are alone she is busy and she isn’t nice to me. Sometimes she says I am a bad boy and makes me stay in my room even when I haven’t done anything bad and sometimes she thinks things in her head that she doesn’t say to me. I don’t know why mommy doesn’t like me and Bobby doesn’t know either, but we like it best when mommy lets us go outdoors to play in the barn or down by the creek. If I get my feet wet mommy says I am very bad so I stay on the bank and let Bobby go in, but one day when Bobby went into the water just before we went home for supper mommy scolded me and told me I was bad for letting Bobby go into the water and when I told her she hadn’t told me not to let Bobby go in she was angry and I could tell that she didn’t like me at all that day.

      Almost every day I do something that mommy says is bad even when I try specially to be good. Sometimes right after daddy goes away in the morning I know that mommy is angry and is going to spank me sooner or later that day because she is already thinking how she will spank me, but she never says so out loud. Sometimes she pretends that she’s not angry and takes me up on her lap and says I’m her nice little boy but all the time I can hear her thinking that she doesn’t really like me even when she tries and she doesn’t even want to touch me if she can help it. I can hear her wondering why my hair doesn’t grow nice like the Bennet twins that live up the road. I don’t see how mommy can be saying one thing out loud and something else inside her head at the same time but when I look at her she puts me down and says she’s busy and will I get out from underfoot, and then pretty soon I do something that makes her angry and she makes me go to my room or she spanks me. Bobby doesn’t like this. Once when she spanked me he growled at mommy, and mommy chased him outdoors with a broom before she sent me to bed. I cried all day that day because it was cold outdoors and I wanted to have Bobby with me.

      I wonder why mommy doesn’t like me?

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