Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 54 of 162
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SAVIOUR He pressed the correct stud, and at the same time struggled up into a sitting position. The bright, fan-shaped flame told him what he wanted to know. Well, you’re in the tunnel all right. No question about that. But how did you get here? Did you really lose your memory for however long it took you to escape from the security men and reach these tunnels? Doesn’t seem possible. For one thing I can’t see how you could have got away from that man at all, what with the fact that he was right on top of you, more or less, and you with a twisted ankle into the bargain. Besides (the objective Pat- rick stabbed out a mental finger, a fresh thought having struck him.) Besides, when you were thinking of coming to this tunnel you were half- crazed with panic and with the need to be alone and in the dark somewhere safe. You were so half-crazed, in fact, that you completely forgot that these tunnels are on the Luxury Level and that, if you were inside them you'd be even further away from Level Four and the old man than you were up in Administration! Even if you did lose your memory you surely wouldn’t have been fool enough to make a journey right down to your home Level where the security men would automatic- ally think of looking for you more than anywhere else! Patrick forced the duality into the nearest approach to unity that he could attain, knowing from past experience that that kind of mental argument could continue on and on if he let it. But this merging by conscious effort of the subjective with the ob- jective produced, though he did not know it, no more than a still far from integrated Patrick Vane. It certainly seemed im- probable that he had managed to reach these tunnels of his own accord, and even more improbable, even if his mem- ory had deserted him, that he would have consciously tried to reach them. But then it seemed just as absurd to think of anyone rescuing him from under the eyes of the psycho- security man and then taking the trouble to bring him to the tunnels. Of course these might be tunnels on some other Level that he hadn’t known existed previously. But even'sO... Somehow, not one of the explanations seemed to fit. As a consequence he tried to think of others. comiclooks.cormn