Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 287 of 330
Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 287: what you’re looking at
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Sol. With my knowledge of Vwyrddan science, we can turn the tide of the war. It’s risky—sure—but it’s the only chance | see. And for heaven's sake let me handle matters. You're Supposed to be dead.” “And what happens when we finally settle this business? How can | get rid of you?” “Frankly, | don’t see any way to do it. Our patterns have become too entangled. The scanners necessarily work on the whole nervous system. We'll just have to learn to live together.” Persuasively: “It will be to your own advantage. Think, man! We can do as we choose with Sol. With the Galaxy. And I'll set up a life-tank and make us a new body to which we'll transfer the pattern, a body with all the intelligence and abilities of a Vwyrddan, and I'll immortalize it. Man, you'll never die!” The mind is an intricate thing. It can conceal facts from itself, make itself forget that which is painful to remember, persuade its own higher components of whatever the Subconscious deems right. Rationalisation, schizophrenia, autohypnosis, they are but pale indications of the self- deception which the brain practices. And the training of the Immortals included full neural coordination; they could consciously utilize the powers latent in themselves. They could by an act of conscious will stop the heart, or block off pain, or split their own personalities. Daryesh had known his ego would be fighting whatever host it found, and he had made preparations before he was scanned. Only a part of his mind was in full contact with Laird’s. Another section, split off from the main stream of consciousness by deliberate and controlled schizophrenia, was thinking its own thoughts and making its own plans. Self-hypnotized, he automatically reunited his ego at such times as Laird was not aware; otherwise there was only Subconscious contact. In effect a private compartment of his CORniclooo SS CO