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Title: Referent
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REFERENT
By BRETT STERLING
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Thrilling Wonder Stories October 1948.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Roby Morrison fidgeted. Walking in the tropical heat he heard the wet
thunder of waves on the shore. There was a green silence on Orthopedic
Island.
It was the year 1997, but Roby did not care.
All around him was the garden where he prowled, all ten years of him.
This was Meditation Hour. Beyond the garden wall, to the north, were
the High I.Q. Cubicles where he and the other boys slept in special
beds. With morning they popped up like bottle-corks, dashed into
showers, gulped food, and were sucked down vacuum-tubes half across the
island to Semantics School. Then to Physiology. After Physiology he was
blown back underground and released through a seal in the great garden
wall to spend this silly hour of meditative frustration, as prescribed
by the island Psychologists.
Roby had his opinion of it. "Damned silly."
Today, he was in furious rebellion. He glared at the sea, wishing he
had the sea's freedom to come and go. His eyes were dark, his cheeks
flushed, his small hands twitched nervously.
Somewhere in the garden a chime vibrated softly. Fifteen more minutes
of meditation. Huh! And then to the Robot Commissary to stuff his dead
hunger as taxidermists stuff birds.
And, after the scientifically pure lunch, through the tube again to
Sociology. Of course, late in the warm green afternoon, games would be
played in the Main Garden. Games some tremble-brained Psychologist had
evolved from a nightmare haunted sleep. This was the future! You must
live, my lad, as the people of the past, of the year 1920, 1930 and
1942 predicted you would live! Everything fresh, brisk, sanitary, too,
too fresh! No nasty old parents about to give one complexes. Everything
controlled, dear boy!
Roby should have been in a perfect mood for something unique.
He wasn't.
When the star fell from the sky a moment later he was only more
irritated.
The star was a spheroid. It crashed and rolled to a stop on the hot
green grass. A small door popped open in it.
Faintly, this incident recalled a dream to the child. A dream which
with superior stubbornness he had refused to record in his Freud Book
this morning. The dream-thought was in his mind at the exact instant
that the star-door popped wide and some 'thing' emerged.
It was like a dream he had refused to record in his Freud book.
Some 'thing'.
Young eyes, seeing an object for the first time, have to make a
familiar thing of it. Roby didn't know what this 'thing' was stepping
from the sphere. So, scowling, Roby thought of what it most
resembled.
Instantly the 'something' became a certain thing.
Warm air ran cold. Light flickered, form changed, melted, shifted as
the thing evolved into certainty!
Startled, a tall thin pale man stood beside the metal star.
The man had pink, terrified eyes. He trembled.
"Oh, I know you." Roby was disappointed. "You're only the
Sandman."
"Sand—man?"
The stranger quivered like heat rising from boiling metal. His shaking
hands went wildly up to touch his long coppery hair as if he'd never
seen or felt it before. The Sandman gazed in horror at his own hands,
legs, feet, body, as if they were all new. "Sand—man?" The word was
difficult. Talking was new to him, also. He seemed about to flee, but
something stopped him.
"Yeah," said Roby. "I dream about you every night. Oh, I know what you
think. Semantically, our teachers say that ghosts, goblins and fairies
and sandmen are labels, only names for which there aren't any actual
referents, no actual objects or things. But to heck with that. We kids
know more than teachers about it. You being here proves the teachers
wrong. There are Sandmen after all, aren't there?"
"Don't give me a label!" cried the Sandman, suddenly. He seemed to
understand now. For some reason he was unutterably frightened. He kept
pinching, tugging and feeling his own long new body as if it was a
thing of terror. "Don't name me, don't label me!"
"Huh?"
"I'm a referent!" screamed the Sandman. "I'm not a label! I'm just a
referent! Let me go!"
Roby's little green cat-eyes slitted. "Say—" He put his hands on his
hips. "Did Mister Grill send you? I bet he did! I bet this is another
of those psychological tests!"
Roby flushed with dark anger. Always and forever they were at him.
They sorted his games, food, education, took away his friends and his
mother, his father, and now—played tricks on him!
"I'm not from Mr. Grill," pleaded the Sandman. "Listen, before anyone
else comes and sees me this way and makes it worse!"
Roby kicked violently. The Sandman danced back, gasping:
"Listen. I'm not human, you are!" he shouted. "Thought has moulded the
flesh of all you here on this world! You're all dictated to by labels.
But I—I am a pure referent!"
"Liar!" More kicking from Roby.
The Sandman gibbered with frustration. "The truth, child! Centuries
of thought have moulded your atoms to your present form; if you
could undermine and destroy that belief, the beliefs of your friends,
teachers and parents, you could change form, be a pure referent, too!
Like Freedom, Liberty, Humanity, or Time, Space and Justice!"
"Grill sent you; he's always pestering me!"
"No, no! Atoms are malleable. You've accepted certain labels on Earth,
called Man, Woman, Child, Head, Hands, Fingers, Feet. You've changed
from anything into something."
"Leave me alone," protested Roby. "I've a test today, I have to think."
He sat on a rock, hands over his ears.
The Sandman glanced fearfully about, as if expecting disaster. Standing
over Roby, he was beginning to tremble and cry. "Earth could have been
a thousand other ways. Thought, using labels, went around tidying up
a disordered cosmos. Now, no one bothers trying to think things into
other, different shapes!"
"Go away," sniffed Roby.
"I landed near you, not suspecting the danger. I was curious. Inside
my spheroid space ship, thoughts cannot change my shape. I've traveled
from world to world, over the centuries, and never been trapped like
this!" Tears sprang down his face. "And now, by the gods, you've
labeled me, caught me, imprisoned me with thought! This Sandman idea.
Horrible! I can't fight it, I can't change back! And if I can't change
back I'll never fit into my ship again, I'm much too large. I'll be
stranded on Earth, forever. Release me!"
The Sandman screamed, wept, shouted. Roby's mind wandered. He debated
quietly with himself. What did he want most of all? Escape from this
island. Silly. They always caught you. What then? Games, maybe. Like
to play regular games, minus psycho-supervision. Yeah, that'd be nice.
Kick-the-can, or spin-the-bottle, or even just a rubber ball to bounce
on the garden wall and catch, all to himself. Yeah. A red ball.
The Sandman cried, "Don't—"
Silence.
A red rubber ball bounced on the ground.
Up and down bounced the red rubber ball.
"Hey!" It took Roby a moment to realize the ball was there. "Where'd
this come from?" He hurled it against the wall, caught it. "Gee!"
He didn't notice the absence of a certain stranger who had been
shouting at him a few moments before.
The Sandman was gone.
Way off in the hot distance of the garden a bonging noise sounded. A
cylinder was rushing up the tube to the wall's circular door. The door
peeled open with a faint hiss. Footsteps rustled measuredly along the
path. Mister Grill stepped through a lush frame of tiger-lillies.
"Morning, Roby. Oh!" Mister Grill stopped, his chubby pink face looked
as if it had been kicked. "What have you there, boy?" he cried.
Roby bounced the object against the wall.
"This? A rubber ball."
"Eh?" Grill's small blue eyes blinked, narrowing. Then he relaxed.
"Why, of course. For a moment I thought I saw—uh—er—"
Roby bounced the ball some more.
Grill cleared his throat. "Lunch time. Meditation Hour is over. And I'm
not certain that Minister Locke would enjoy your playing unorthodox
games."
Roby swore under his breath.
"Oh, well, then, go on. Play. I won't tattle." Mr. Grill was in a
generous mood.
"Don't feel like playing." Roby sulked, shoving his sandal-tip into
the dirt. Teachers spoiled everything. You couldn't vomit without
permission.
Grill tried to interest the boy. "If you come to lunch now I'll let you
televise your mother in Chicago afterward."
"Time limit, two minutes, ten seconds, no more no less," was Roby's
acid reply.
"I gather you don't approve of things, boy."
"I'll run away some day, wait and see!"
"Tut, lad. We'll always bring you back, you know."
"I didn't ask to be brought here in the first place." Roby bit his lip,
staring at his new red rubber ball. He thought he had seen it kind of,
sort of, well—move. Funny. He held the ball in his hand. The
ball shivered.
Grill patted his shoulder. "Your mother is neurotic. Bad environment.
You're better off here on the island. You have a high I.Q. and it is
an honor for you to be here with the other little boy geniuses. You're
unstable and unhappy and we're trying to change that. Eventually
you'll be the exact antithesis of your mother."
"I love mother!"
"You like her," corrected Grill, quietly.
"I like mother," replied Roby, disquieted. The red ball twitched in his
hand, without his touching it. He looked at it with wonder.
"You'll only make it harder for yourself if you love her," said Grill.
"You're god-damn silly," said Roby.
Grill stiffened. "Don't swear. Besides, you don't really mean god
and you don't mean damn. There's very little of either in the world.
Semantics Book Seven, page 418, Labels and Referents."
"Now, I remember," shouted Roby, looking around. "There was a Sandman
here just now and he said—"
"Come along," said Mr. Grill. "Lunch time."
Commissary food emerged from robot-servers on extension springs. Roby
accepted the ovoid plate and milk-globe silently. Where he had hidden
it, the red rubber ball pulsed and beat like a heart under his belt. A
gong rang. He gulped food swiftly. The tumble for the tube began. They
were blown like feathers across the island to Sociology and then, later
in the afternoon, back again for games. Hours passed.
Roby slipped away to the garden to be alone. Hatred for this insane,
never-stopping routine, for his teachers and his fellow students
flashed through him in a scouring torrent. He sat alone and thought of
his mother, a long great distance away. In great detail he recalled how
she looked and what she smelled like and how her voice was and how she
touched and held and kissed him. He put his head down into his hands
and began to fill the palms of his hands with small tears.
He dropped the red rubber ball.
He didn't care. He only thought of his mother.
The jungle shivered. Something shifted, quickly.
A woman ran through the deep grass!
She ran away from Roby, slipped, cried out, and fell.
Something glittered in the sunlight. The woman was running toward that
silvery glittering thing. The spheroid. The silver star ship! And where
had she come from? And why was she running toward the sphere?
And why had she fallen as he looked up? She didn't seem to be able to
get up.
Roby leaped from his rock, gave chase. He caught up with and stood over
the woman.
"Mother!" he screamed.
Her face shivered and changed, like melting snow, then took on a hard
cast, became definite and handsome.
"I'm not your mother," she said.
He didn't hear. He only heard his own breath moving over his shaking
lips. He was so weak with shock he could hardly stand. He put out his
hands toward her.
"Can't you understand?" her face was cold. "I'm not your mother. Don't
label me! Why must I have a name! Let me get back to my ship! I'll kill
you if you don't!"
Roby swayed. "Mother, don't you know me? I'm Roby, your son!" He wanted
only to cry against her, tell her of the long months of imprisonment.
"Please, please, Mom, please remember me!"
Sobbing, he moved forward and fell against her.
Her fingers tightened on his throat.
She strangled him.
He tried to scream. The scream was caught, pressed back into his
bursting lungs. He flailed his legs.
Deep in her cold, hard, angry face, Roby found the answer even as her
fingers tightened and things grew dark.
Deep in her face he saw a vestige of the Sandman.
The Sandman. The star falling on the summer sky. The silver sphere, the
ship toward which this 'woman' had been running. The disappearance of
the Sandman, the appearance of the red ball, the vanishing of the red
ball and now the appearance of his mother. It all fitted!
Matrixes. Moulds. Thought habits. Patterns. Matter. The history of man,
his body, all things in the universe.
She was killing him.
She would make him stop thinking, then she would be free.
Thoughts. Darkness. He could barely move, now. Weak, weak. He had
thought 'it' was his mother. It wasn't. Nevertheless 'it' was killing
him. What if Roby thought something else? Try, anyway. Try it. He
kicked. In the wild darkness he thought, hard, hard.
With a wail, his 'mother' withered before him.
He concentrated.
Her fingers dwindled from his throat. Her bright face crumbled. Her
body shrank to another size.
He was free. He rose up, gasping.
Through the jungle he saw the silver sphere lying in the sun. He
staggered toward it, then cried out with the sharp thrill of the plan
that formed in his mind.
He laughed triumphantly. He stared once more at 'it'. What was left of
the woman form changed before his eyes, like melting wax. He reshaped
it into something new.
The garden wall trembled. A vacuum cylinder was hissing up through the
tube. Mr. Grill was coming. Roby would have to hurry or his plan would
be ruined.
Roby ran to the spheroid, peered in. Simple controls. Just enough room
for his small body—if the plan worked. It had to work. It would
work.
The garden trembled with the approaching thunder of the cylinder. Roby
laughed. To hell with Mister Grill! To hell with this island!
He thrust himself into the ship. There was much he could learn, it
would come in time. He was just on the skirt of knowledge now, but that
little knowledge had saved his life, and now it would do even more.
A voice cried out behind him. A familiar voice. So familiar that it
made Roby shudder. Roby heard small boy feet crash the underbrush.
Small feet on a small body. A small voice pleading!
Roby grasped the ship controls. Escape. Complete and unsuspected.
Simple. Wonderful. Grill would never know.
The sphere door slammed. Motion.
The star, Roby inside, rose on the summer sky.
Mr. Grill stepped out of the seal in the garden wall. He looked around
for Roby. Sunlight struck him warmly in the face as he hurried down the
path.
There! There was Roby. In the clearing ahead of him. Little Roby
Morrison staring at the sky, making fists, crying out to nobody. At
least Grill could see nobody about.
"Hello, Roby," called Grill.
The boy jerked at the sound. He—wavered—in color, density, and
quality. Grill blinked, decided it was only the sun.
"I'm not Roby!" cried the child. "Roby escaped! He left me to take his
place, to fool you so you wouldn't hunt for him! He fooled me, too!"
screamed the child, nastily, sobbing. "No, no, don't look at me!
Don't think that I'm Roby, you'll make it worse! You came expecting to
find him, and you found me and made me into Roby! You're moulding me
and I'll never, never, never change, now! Oh, God!"
"Come now, Roby—"
"Roby'll never come back. I'll always be him. I was a rubber
ball, a woman, a Sandman. But, believe me, I'm only malleable atoms,
that's all. Let me go!"
Grill backed up slowly. His smile was sick.
"I'm a referent, I'm not a label!" cried the child.
"Yes, yes, I understand. Now, now, Roby, Roby, you just wait right
there, right there now, while I, while I, while I call the Psycho-Ward."
Moments later, a corps of assistants ran through the garden.
"God damn you all!" screamed the child, kicking. "Damn you!"
"Tut," declared Grill quietly, as they forced the child into the
vac-cylinder. "You're using a label for which there is no referent!"
The cylinder sucked them away.
A star blinked on the summer sky and vanished.
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