Exiles at the Well of Souls Jack L. Chalker

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tell from the cart floor. And it was made of cast iron; there was no way she was going to lift
it.
She settled down into a heap, and tried to figure out how to keep from being eaten.
SOUTH ZONE
Ben Yulin groaned and awoke slowly. He tried to move, but pain shot through him. He could tell
he was in a bed of some kind, that he was naked, and had some sort of blanket over him-but
nothing more.
He opened his eyes, then moaned, and closed them again. It took several seconds until he was
willing to try it again.
They were still there.
Closest was a large furry creature in a lab coat with what looked like a modified stethoscope
around its thick neck. The thing looked like nothing so much as a giant beaver, complete with two
huge buck teeth in front. Only the eyes were different-they were bright and clear and a deep-gold
color, and radiated intelligence and warmth. Behind the beaver was the six-armed snake-man named
Serge Ortega, looking concerned under his snow-white brush. The plant creature was there, too,
completing the bizarre scene.
Yulin looked around uneasily, then spotted the figure of Renard, wearing some kind of great
cloak tied around his neck, over near the door, looking bored. This seemed to snap him out of it.
The shape and manner was Renard, but the indefinable aura of confidence and control from the
Renard-like figure marked him for Yulin as Antor Trelig. With that knowledge also came Trelig's
final warning, and Ben Yulin tried to relax, to bring Mavra Chang to the fore.
"Where am I?" he managed, then coughed.
"In a hospital," the strange rodentlike creature replied. Yulin was surprised to note that the
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creature was actually speaking Confederation plain talk-with considerable difficulty, true, but
understandable nonetheless.
The snake-man spoke up, his own Confederation speech clear and perfect. "Dr. Muhar is an
Ambreza," he explained, at the same time explaining nothing. Seeing this, he added, "There is a
hex on the Well World with your kind of people in it. The Ambreza are neighbors. Your people have
had a bad time of it, and the Ambreza are used to working with your medical problems. That's why
we summoned him."
"What happened to me?" Ben asked, still unable to move.
The Ambreza turned to Ortega, who spoke the required language as if born to it.
"You collapsed in the Polar Gate," the snake-man reminded him. "When we got that spacesuit off
you, we found out you were a mess. Black and blue all over, three ribs broken, one of which,
because of your walking so far with it, had dislocated so badly it punctured a couple of organs."
"Can you heal me?" Yulin asked, concerned.
The Ambreza clucked. "With a lot of time, yes," it said in a high-pitched voice, sounding like
a recording played slightly too fast. "But it will not be necessary. We will put you through the
Well."
Yulin tried to move, couldn't. Drugs? It made no difference.
"Renard, here, has been filling us in on what's been going on," Ortega said. "You all have
been through a lot. I'd like to keep you around a while, but both Renard and Citizen Zinder have
a sponge problem, and only the Well can cure that. Your injuries are critical. I don't know how
you kept going."
Yulin laughed. "Fear. When you're running out of air, the pain just doesn't seem important."
The snake-man nodded. "I can understand that. A good attitude. We had to do a very quick
operation just to save your life, that is, Dr. Muhar and his associates did. Lifesaving was our
only goal, so we went the most direct route. Now, I don't want you to panic when I tell you this,
because it is not permanent, but right now you are totally paralyzed."
That didn't stop Yulin from starting in shock. Emotions welled up inside, emotions that may
have been Chang's or his or both. Almost to his own surprise, he started crying softly.
"I said the condition wasn't permanent," Ortega assured the stricken human. "Nothing is
permanent on the Well World when you just get here-and sometimes not even later. Take me. I was a
man of your own race, tough and small like you, when I came here. The Well World cures what's
wrong with you, but it changes you, too."
Yulin suppressed a sniffle. "What-what do you mean?"
"I was waiting until you came around to brief everyone. I've put the time to good use now,
anyway. Now we know what we've got here, and that is a relief in and of itself." He turned to
Trelig and nodded. "Bring in the girl."
Trelig went outside for a moment, then brought Zinder in. The conditioning was holding, Yulin
noted. She reacted to the sight of Yulin in that condition exactly as the real Nikki would have
reacted to the real Mavra.
"As I said, I would like to have kept at least one of you here for some time while we
coordinate our actions on these new conditions," Ortega continued, "but with the sponge problem
on the two of you and Citizen Chang's critical nature-we need a lot more than this clinic to help
you-this isn't possible. As a result, the Embassy Council has decided that you are to be briefed
and run through the Well as quickly as possible."
Trelig spoke for the first time. "This is an embassy, then? I guessed as much."
Ortega nodded. "All the Southern Hemisphere hexes have places here, although some don't use
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them. It's the only means of intercommunication possible. There are fifteen hundred sixty hexes
on the Well World. The seven hundred eighty south of the Equatorial Barrier -you might have seen
that it is really a barrier, too- are either carbon-based life or life that can exist in a
carbon-based environment. The Northern half, the other seven hundred eighty, contain non-carbon-
based life. You experienced Uchjin, in the North, and you can appreciate how different some of
the forms are there."
All three of the humans nodded in agreement at that.
"Anyway, let me start at the beginning. The beginning, as far as this place is concerned, was
a race of beings your people call the Markovians. They were a great race. Looked something like
giant human hearts with six evenly spaced tentacles. Just like human numerology generally was
based on five, tens, or twenties, because of the number of digits, their base mathematics was
six. The number dominated their whole lives-which is why we have hexagons, and why there are
fifteen hundred sixty here. Almost a perfect number for folks who thought in sixes. There is even
an idea that they had six sexes, but we'll let that go.
"Anyway, they reached the highest point of physical evolution it is believed possible to
attain, and, as importantly, they reached the highest level of material technology possible as
well. Their worlds were spread over many galaxies-not solar systems, galaxies. They'd build a
local computer on one, program it with everything they could imagine, then put a rock crust on
top of it. They built their cities there, and each Markovian was mentally coupled to the local
brain. The architecture was only a common frame of reference, for, linked to their computers,
they could simply wish for anything they wanted and the computer did an energy-to-matter
conversion and there it was."
"Sounds like a godlike existence," Trelig commented. "What happened to them? I know a little
about the Markovians. They're all dead." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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