Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 31 of 162
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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION ence in the nest environment which we were not thorough enough to prevent—some dif- ference of pressure or tem- perature or nutritional mixture or sculptor strength.’ He glared accusingly at Stroth- meyer. | “But, Professor,’ Stroth- meyer defended himself, ““we checked everything carefully. The tolerance of difference was infinitesimal.” “Nevertheless, we missed something!’ They were stand- ing over Churchill Two. “TI felt all along that something was being left out. I told you that before. Now we will just have to correct it as well as we can.” Knaut had picked up Churchill Two’s hand, to take his pulse again. Suddenly the hand was withdrawn from him. Churchill Two opened his eyes. He sat up, quickly but unsteadily. He looked at the scientists, like a beast at hunters. Strothmeyer could not avoid the memory of Delgado’s similar look. “There is nothing to worry about,” said the professor. “You are out of danger now. Your twin responded sooner 30 than you did, but you are doing very well. Some little difference in your nest was responsible, but you will make it up in no time.” The duplicate’s eyes bored into Professor Knaut. He said, at last: “You speak English!”’ His speech was odd, not at all like that of Churchill One. “Yes, of course!’ Knaut beamed. “‘We haven’t changed that much in so few years. I am Professor Knaut. You are in the phoenix laboratory, of the United States University. Perhaps you will recall that you gave your cells, some years ago——”’ “Cells?” Churchill Two grasped at the word. “Yes,”? continued Knaut, ““cells—so that we might re- generate you and bring you back to life years later, here in the laboratory.” “Oh.” Churchill Two seemed disappointed. “‘Cells of the body.”” He grunted and nodded his head. “You are doctors,”’ he said. “We are phoenixologists!”’ Strothmeyer exclaimed. “And you, and your twin, are the first men—officially—to be conniclooolks.comn