Part 19 (1/2)

”What?” Fred said. He did not understand the answer- was it yes or no? Was he damaged forever or not? Which had they said?

”Even if it's brain-tissue damage,” one of the psychologists said, ”there are experiments going on now in the removal of small sections from each hemisphere, to abort competing gestalt-processing. They believe eventually this may cause the original hemisphere to regain dominance.”

”However, the problem there is that then the individual may only receive partial partial impressions-incoming sense data- for the rest of his life. Instead of two signals, he gets half a signal. Which is equally impairing, in my opinion.” impressions-incoming sense data- for the rest of his life. Instead of two signals, he gets half a signal. Which is equally impairing, in my opinion.”

”Yes, but partial noncompeting function is better than no function, since twin competing cross-cuing amounts to zero recept form.”

”You see, Fred,” the other man said, ”you no longer have-”

”I will never drop any Substance D again,” Fred said. ”For the rest of my life.”

”How much are you dropping now?”

”Not much.” After an interval he said, ”More, recently. Because of job stress.”

”They undoubtedly should relieve you of your a.s.signments,” one psychologist said. ”Take you off everything. You are are impaired, Fred. And will be a while longer. At the very least. After that, no one can be sure. You may make a full comeback; you may not.” impaired, Fred. And will be a while longer. At the very least. After that, no one can be sure. You may make a full comeback; you may not.”

”How come,” Fred grated, ”that even if both hemispheres of my brain are dominant they don't receive the same stimuli? Why can't their two whatevers be synchronized, like stereo sound is?”

Silence.

”I mean,” he said, gesturing, ”the left hand and the right hand when they grip an object, the same object, should-”

”Left-handedness versus right-handedness, as for example what is meant by those terms with, say, a mirror image-in which the left hand 'becomes' the right hand ...” The psychologist leaned down over Fred, who did not look up. ”How would you define a left-hand glove compared to a right-hand glove so a person who had no knowledge of those terms could tell you which you meant? And not get the other? The mirror opposite?”

”A left-hand glove ...” Fred said, and then stopped.

”It is as if one hemisphere of your brain is perceiving the world as reflected in a mirror. Through a mirror. See? So left becomes right, and all that that implies. And we don't know yet what that does imply, to see the world reversed like that. Topologically speaking, a left-hand glove is a right-hand glove Through a mirror. See? So left becomes right, and all that that implies. And we don't know yet what that does imply, to see the world reversed like that. Topologically speaking, a left-hand glove is a right-hand glove pulled through infinity/' pulled through infinity/'

”Through a mirror,” Fred said. A darkened mirror, he thought; a darkened scanner. And St. Paul meant, by a mirror, not a gla.s.s mirror-they didn't have those then-but a reflection of himself when he looked at the polished bottom of a metal pan. Luckman, in his theological readings, had told him that. Not through a telescope or lens system, which does not reverse, not through anything but seeing his own face reflected back up at him, reversed-pulled through infinity. Like they're telling me. It is not through through gla.s.s but as reflected gla.s.s but as reflected back back by a gla.s.s. And that reflection that returns to you: by a gla.s.s. And that reflection that returns to you: it it is you, it is your face, but it isn't. And they didn't have cameras in those old days, and so that's the only way a person saw himself: backward. is you, it is your face, but it isn't. And they didn't have cameras in those old days, and so that's the only way a person saw himself: backward.

I have seen myself backward.

I have in a sense begun to see the entire universe backward. With the other side of my brain!

”Topology,” one psychologist was saying. ”A little-understood science or math, whichever. As with the black holes in s.p.a.ce, how-”

”Fred is seeing the world from inside out,” the other man was declaring at the same moment. ”From in front and from behind both, I guess. It's hard for us to say how it appears to him. Topology is the branch of math that investigates the properties of a geometric or other configuration that are unaltered if the thing is subjected to a one-to-one, any any one-to-one, continuous transformation. But applied to psychology one-to-one, continuous transformation. But applied to psychology ”And when that occurs to objects, who knows what they're going to look like then? They'd be unrecognizable. As when a primitive sees a photograph of himself the first time, he doesn't recognize it as himself. Even though he's seen his reflection many times, in streams, from metal objects. Because his reflection is reversed and the photograph of himself isn't. So he doesn't know it's the identical person.”

”He's accustomed only to the reverse reflected image and thinks he looks like that.”

”Often a person hearing his own voice played back-”

”That's different. That has to do with the resonance in the sinus-”

”Maybe it's you f.u.c.kers,” Fred said, ”who're seeing the universe backward, like in a mirror. Maybe I see it right.”

”You see it both ways.” both ways.”

”Which is the-”

A psychologist said, ”They used to talk about seeing only 'reflections' of reality. Not reality itself. The main thing wrong with a reflection is not that it isn't real, but that it's reversed. but that it's reversed. I wonder.” He had an odd expression. ”Parity. The scientific principle of parity. Universe and reflected image, the latter we take for the former, for some reason ... because we lack bilateral parity.” I wonder.” He had an odd expression. ”Parity. The scientific principle of parity. Universe and reflected image, the latter we take for the former, for some reason ... because we lack bilateral parity.”

”Whereas a photograph can compensate for the lack of bilateral hemispheric parity; it's not the object but it's not reversed, so that objection would make photographic images not images at all but the true form. Reverse of a reverse.”

”But a photo can get accidentally reversed, too, if the negative is flipped-printed backward; you usually can tell only if there's writing. But not with a man's face. You could have two contact prints of a given man, one reversed, one not. A person who'd never met him couldn't tell which was correct, but he could see they were different and couldn't be superimposed.”

”There, Fred, does that show you how complex the problem of formulating the distinction between a left-hand glove and-”

”Then shall it come to pa.s.s the saying that is written,” a voice said. ”Death is swallowed up. In victory.” Perhaps only Fred heard it. ”Because,” the voice said, ”as soon as the writing appears backward, then you know which is illusion and which is not. The confusion ends, and death, the last enemy, Substance Death, is swallowed not down into the body but up-in victory. Behold, I tell you the sacred secret now: we shall not all sleep in death.” we shall not all sleep in death.”

The mystery, he thought, the explanation, he means. Of a secret. A sacred secret. We shall not die.

The reflections shall leave And it will happen fast.

We shall all be changed, and by that he means reversed back, suddenly. In the twinkling of an eye!

Because, he thought glumly as he watched the police psychologists writing their conclusions and signing them, we are f.u.c.king backward right now, I guess, every one of us; everyone and every d.a.m.n thing, and distance, and even time. But how long, he thought, when a print is being made, a contact print, when the photographer discovers he's got the negative reversed, how long does it take to flip it? To reverse it again so it's like it's supposed to be?

A fraction of a second.

I understand, he thought, what that pa.s.sage in the Bible means, Through a gla.s.s darkly. But my percept system is as f.u.c.ked up as ever. Like they say. I understand but am helpless to help myself.

Maybe, he thought, since I see both ways at once, correctly and reversed, I'm the first person in human history to have it flipped and not-flipped simultaneously, and so get a glimpse of what it'll be when it's right. Although I've got the other as well, the regular. And which is which?

Which is reversed and which is not?

When do I see a photograph, when a reflection?

And how much allotment for sick pay or retirement or disability do I get while I dry out? he asked himself, feeling horror already, deep dread and coldness everywhere. Wie halt ist es in diesem unterirdischen Gewolbe! Das ist naturlich, es ist ja tief. Wie halt ist es in diesem unterirdischen Gewolbe! Das ist naturlich, es ist ja tief. And I have to withdraw from the s.h.i.+t. I've seen people go through that. Jesus Christ, he thought, and shut his eyes. And I have to withdraw from the s.h.i.+t. I've seen people go through that. Jesus Christ, he thought, and shut his eyes.

”That may sound like metaphysics,” one of them was saying, ”but the math people say we may be on the verge of a new cosmology so much-”

The other said excitedly, ”The infinity of time, which is expressed as eternity, as a loop! Like a loop of ca.s.sette tape!”

He had an hour to kill before he was supposed to be back in Hank's office, to listen to and inspect Jim Barris's evidence.

The building's cafeteria attracted him, so he walked that way, among those in uniform and those in scramble suits and those in slacks and ties.

Meanwhile, the psychologists' findings presumably were being taken up to Hank. They would be there when he arrived.

This will give me time to think, he reflected as he wandered into the cafeteria and lined up. Time. Suppose, he thought, time is round, like the Earth. You sail west to reach India. They laugh at you, but finally there's India in front, not behind. In time-maybe the Crucifixion lies ahead of us as we all sail along, thinking it's back east.

Ahead of him a secretary. Tight blue sweater, no bra, almost no skirt. It felt nice, checking her out; he gazed on and on, and finally she noticed him and edged off with her tray.

The First and Second Coming of Christ the same event, he thought; time a ca.s.sette loop. No wonder they were sure it'd happen, He'd be back.

He watched the secretary's behind, but then he realized that she could not possibly be noticing him back as he noticed her because in his suit he had no face and no a.s.s. But she senses my scheming on her, he decided. Any chick with legs like that would sense it a lot, from every man.

You know, he thought, in this scramble suit I could hit her over the head and bang her forever and who'd know who did it? How could she identify me?