Heisenberg's Eyes (Jerry eBooks) by Frank Herbert

Author:Frank Herbert [Herbert, Frank]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jerry eBooks
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Schruille stared at him.

“You deduce this from the embryo’s tape?” Calapine asked.

“Eh? Oh . . . no, of course not.”

“Then what is it you’ve discovered?”

“Yes. Well . . . it seems rather obvious now that the operation Potter performed may be repeatable—given that general type of embryo and proper administration of sperm protamine.”

Schruille shuddered.

“Have you deduced the course of the operation?” Calapine asked.

“Not precisely, but in outline, yes.”

“Potter could repeat it?” she asked.

“Perhaps even Svengaard.”

“Guard and preserve us,” Calapine muttered. It was a ritual formula whose words seldom caught an Optiman’s conscious attention, but she heard herself this time. The word “preserve” stood out as though outlined in fire.

She whirled away.

“Where is Max?” Schruille asked.

The whine in Schruille’s voice brought a sneer to Nourse’s lips.

“Max is working,” Nourse said. “He is busy.”

Schruille looked up at the watching scanners, thinking of all their fellows behind those lensed eyes—the Actionists seeing events as a new demand upon their talents, not realizing what violence might be unleashed here; the Emotionals, fearful and complaining, rendered almost ineffective by guilt feelings; the Cynics, interested by the new game (most of the watchers, Schruille felt, were Cynics); the Hedonists, angered by the current sense of urgent emergency, worried that such matters interfered with their enjoyments, and the Effetes, looking in all this for something new at which to sneer.

Will we now develop a new party? Schruille asked himself. Will we now have the Bratals, all sensitivity immured by the needs of self-preservation? Nourse and Calapine haven’t faced this as yet.

Again he shuddered.

“Max calls,” Calapine said. “I have him in my transient screen.”

Schruille and Nourse flicked their channel duplicators, looked down at Allgood’s swarthy, solid, muscular figure in the transient screen.

“I report,” Allgood said.

Calapine watched the Security chief’s face. He appeared oddly distracted, fearful.

“What of Potter?” Nourse asked.

Allgood blinked.

“Why does he delay his answer?” Schruille asked.

“It’s because he worships us,” Calapine said.

“Worship is a product of fear,” Schruille said. “Perhaps there’s something he wishes to show us, a projection or an evidential subdatum. Is that it, Max?”

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