if it repeated?â
âHow could I know? My own consciousness is only for nowânot for yesterday, not for tomorrow. How could I know?â
Alice shook her head dumbly.
âAnyway,â I continued desperately, âtoday, my today, our today, this morning, I decided to stop it. I had to stop it. I would go insane, the whole world would go insane if I didnât stop it. But theyâthe gray herringbonesâthey didnât want me to stop it.â
âWhy?â
âBecause they were afraid. They were afraid that they would die. They want to live as much as I do. I am the first me, and therefore the real me; but they are also meâdifferent moments of consciousness in meâbut they are me. But they couldnât stop me. They couldnât interfere with me. When I told them to get out, they had to go. If they interfered, it might mean death for them too. So they left. But some of them watched downstairsâand some in other places, and all of them myself. Do you wonder that I am half insane?â
âAll right, my dear,â Alice said gently. âWhat did you do then?â
âI put on the blue suit, not the gray one. I climbed down the fire-escape, through the house opposite ours, hailed a cab, and checked in here at the hotel.â
âBut if what you say is true,â Alice said, beginning to share my own fear and horror, âany one of youâof the gray herringboneâcan go to Dunbar insteadââ
I nodded. âI thought of that. Iâm not certain it would work that way. But to make sure, I took the transistor panel with me. It would take at least ten hours of work and a good electronics shop to duplicate it. They can repair the circuitâand maybe it will be enough power for a cat, but not for a man. I can swear that. Not for a manââ
âBut if they do?â
I shook my head. âI donât know. I just donât know. Nothing will ever again be the way it was. How many of me will the world contain? I donât knowââ
âAnd if you stop it, Bob?â Whether she understood me or not, she believed me. Her eyes said that; the fear was deep and wet and sick in her eyes.
âI canât answer that,â I shrugged. âI donât know. We just scraped at a great mystery. I donât know. All we can do is sit and wait. Less than a half hour to five oâclock, so itâs not too long to wait.â
Then we waited. At first we tried to talk, but we couldnât talk much. Then we were silent. Then, a few minutes before five oâclock, Alice came over to me and kissed me. I pushed her back and into her chair. âIâve got to be alone for this.â I waited for anything, more afraid than I ever have been, before that or since, and then it was five oâclock. We compared watches. We called the desk and checked the time. It was five minutes past the hour. Then Alice began to cry, and I let her cry it out. Then we decided to go home.
There was a crowd and commotion down in the lobby, but we didnât stop. Later I realized that one of them would have remembered that I liked the Waldorf and would go there, but then we didnât stop.
We got a cab. As we drove uptown, we saw seven separate crowds, accident crowds, which are unmistakable in New York. âThis town is becoming a battlefront,â the driver said. We didnât say anything at all. But there were no gray herringbones, not along the way, not in front of the house we lived in and not waiting for us in our apartment.
We were home less than an hour when the police came. Two plainclothes men and two men in uniform. They talked like cops and wanted to know whether I was Professor Robert Clyde Bottman.
âThatâs right.â
âWhat do you do?â
âI teach physics at Columbia University.â
âYou got anything to identify yourself?â
âWell, I live here,â I said. âOf course I
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