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.For a second or a year (he could never tell how long it really was, subjectively), the funny little flash went through him and then he was loose in the up-and-out, the terrible open spaces between the stars, where the stars themselves felt like pimples on his telepathic mind and the planets were too far away to be sensed or read.Somewhere in this outer space, a gruesome death awaited, death and horror of a kind which man had never encountered until he reached out for interstellar space itself.Apparently the light of the suns kept the dragons away.Dragons.That was what people called them.To ordinary people, there was nothing, nothing except the shiver of planoforming and the hammer blow of sudden death or the dark spastic note of lunacy descending into their minds.But to the telepaths, they were dragons.In the fraction of a second between the telepaths' awareness of a hostile something.Out in the black, hollow nothingness of space and the impact of a ferocious, ruinous psychic blow against all living things within the ship, the telepaths had sensed entities something like the dragons of ancient human lore, beasts more clever than beasts, demons more tangible than demons, hungry vortices of aliveness and hate compounded by unknown means out of the thin, tenuous matter between the stars.It took a surviving ship to bring back the news—a ship in which, by sheer chance, a telepath had a light-beam ready, turning it out at the innocent dust so that, within the panorama of his mind, the dragon dissolved into nothing at all and the other passengers, themselves non-telepathic, went about their way not realizing that their own immediate deaths had been averted.From then on, it was easy—almost.Planoforming ships always carried telepaths.Telepaths had their sensitiveness enlarged to an immense range by the pin-sets, which were telepathic amplifiers adapted to the mammal mind.The pin-sets in turn were electronically geared into small dirigible light bombs.Light did it.Light broke up the dragons, allowed the ships to reform three-dimensionally, skip, skip, skip, as they moved from star to star.The odds suddenly moved down from a hundred to one against mankind to sixty to forty in mankind's favor.This was not enough.The telepaths were trained to become ultrasensitive, trained to become aware of the dragons in less than a millisecond.But it was found that the dragons could move a million miles in just under two milliseconds and that this was not enough for the human mind to activate the light beams.Attempts had been made to sheath the ships in light at all times.This defense wore out.As mankind learned about the dragons, so too, apparently, the dragons learned about mankind.Somehow they flattened their own bulk and came in on extremely flat trajectories very quickly.Intense light was needed, light of sunlike intensity.This could be provided only by light bombs.Pinlighting came into existence.Pinlighting consisted of the detonation of ultra-vivid miniature photonuclear bombs, which converted a few ounces of a magnesium isotope into pure visible radiance.The odds kept coming down in mankind's favor, yet ships were being lost.It became so bad that people didn't even want to find the ships because the rescuers knew what they would see.It was sad to bring back to Earth three hundred bodies ready for burial and two hundred or three hundred lunatics, damaged beyond repair, to be wakened, and fed, and cleaned, and put to sleep, wakened and fed again until their lives were ended.Telepaths tried to reach into the minds of the psychotics who had been damaged by the dragons, but they found nothing there beyond vivid spouting columns of fiery terror bursting from the primordial id itself, the volcanic source of life.Then came the partners.Man and partner could do together what man could not do alone.Men had the intellect.Partners had the speed.The partners rode their tiny craft, no larger than footballs, outside the spaceships.They planoformed with the ships.They rode beside them in their six-pound craft ready to attack.The tiny ships of the partners were swift.Each carried a dozen pin-lights, bombs no bigger than thimbles.The pinlighters threw the partners—quite literally threw—by means of mind-to-firing relays directly at the dragons.What seemed to be dragons to the human mind appeared in the form of gigantic rats in the minds of the partners.Out in the pitiless nothingness of space, the partners' minds responded to an instinct as old as life.The partners attacked, striking with a speed faster than man's, going from attack to attack until the rats or themselves were destroyed.Almost all the time it was the partners who won.With the safety of the interstellar skip, skip, skip of the ships, commerce increased immensely, the population of all the colonies went up, and the demand for trained partners increased.Underbill and Woodley were a part of the third generation of pin-lighters and yet, to them, it seemed as though their craft had endured forever.Gearing space into minds by means of the pin-set, adding the partners to those minds, keying up the minds for the tension of a fight on which all depended—this was more than human synapses could stand for long.Underbill needed his two months' rest after half an hour of fighting.Woodley needed his retirement after ten years of service.They were young.They were good.But they had limitations.So much depended on the choice of partners, so much on the sheer luck of who drew whom.2.THE SHUFFLEFather Moontree and the little girl named West entered the room.They were the other two pinlighters.The human complement of the Fighting Room was now complete.Father Moontree was a red-faced man of forty-five who had lived the peaceful life of a farmer until he reached his fortieth year.Only then, belatedly, did the authorities find he was telepathic and agree to let him late in life enter upon the career of pinlighter.He did well at it, but he was fantastically old for this kind of business.Father Moontree looked at the glum Woodley and the musing Underbill."How're the youngsters today? Ready for a good fight?""Father always wants a fight," giggled the little girl named West.She was such a little little girl.Her giggle was high and childish.She looked like the last person in the world one would expect to find in the rough, sharp dueling of pinlighting.Underbill had been amused one time when he found one of the most sluggish of the partners coming away happy from contact with the mind of the girl named West [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]