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But Arnie continued. "What do you see, Manfred? Let us in on what you see." He waited, but there was only silence. The boy concentrated on his pasting. He had created a collage on the paper: a jagged strip of green, then a perpendicular rise, gray and dense, forbidding.
"What's it mean?" Arnie said.
"It's a place," Jack said. "A building. I brought it along." He went off, returning with a manila envelope; from it he brought a large crumpled child's crayon drawing, which he held up for Arnie to examine. "There," Jack said. "That's it. You wanted me to establish communication with him; well, I established it." He had some trouble with the two long words; his tongue seemed to catch.
Arnie, however, did not care how drunk his repairman was. He was accustomed to having his guests tank up; hard liquor was rare on Mars, and when people came upon it, as they did at Arnie's place, they generally reacted as Jack Bohlen had. What mattered was the task which Jack had been given. Arnie picked up the picture and studied it.
"This it?" he asked Jack. "What else?"
"Nothing else."
"What about that chamber that slows things down?"
"Nothing," Jack said.
"Can the boy read the future?"
"Absolutely," Jack said. "There's no doubt of it. That picture is proof right there, unless he heard us talking." Turning to Doreen he said, in a slow, thick voice, "Did he hear us, do you think? No, you weren't there. It was my dad. I don't think he heard. Listen, Arnie. You aren't supposed to see this, but I guess it's O.K. It's too late now. This is a picture nobody is supposed to see; this is the way it's going to be a century from now, when it's in ruins."
"What the hell is it?" Arnie said "I can't read a kid's nutty drawing; explain it to me."
"This is AM-WEB," Jack said. "A big, big housing tract. Thousands of people living there. Biggest on Mars. Only, it's crumbling into rubble, according to the picture."
There was silence. Arnie was baffled.
"Maybe you're not interested," Jack said.
"Sure I am," Arnie said angrily. He appealed to Doreen, who stood off to one side, looking pensive. "Do you understand this?"
"No, dear," she said.
"Jack," Arnie said, "I called you here for your report. And all I get is this dim-witted drawing. Where is this big housing tract?"
"In the F.D.R. Mountains," Jack said.
Arnie felt his pulse slow, then with difficulty labor on. "Oh, yeah, I see," he said. "I understand."
Grinning, Jack said, "I thought you would. You're interested in that. You know, Arnie, you think I'm a schizophrenic, and Doreen thinks so, and my father thinks so . . . but I _do_ care what your motives are. I can get you plenty of information about the UN project in the F.D.R. Mountains. What else do you want to know about it? It's not a power station and it's not a park. It's in conjunction with the coop. It's a multiple-unit, infinitely large structure with supermarkets and bakeries, dead center in the Henry Wallace."
"You got all this from this kid?"
"No," Jack said. "From my dad."
They looked at each other a long time.
"Your dad is a speculator?" Arnie said.
"Yes," Jack said.
"He just arrived from Earth the other day?"
"Yes," Jack said.
"Jesus," Arnie said to Doreen. "Jesus, it's this guy's father. And he's already bought in."
"Yes," Jack said.
"Is there anything left?" Arnie said.
Jack shook his head.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," Arnie said. "And he's on my payroll. I never had such bad luck."
Jack said, "I didn't know until just now that this was what you wanted to find out, Arnie."
"Yeah, that's true," Arnie said. Speaking to Doreen, he said, "I never told him, so it's not his fault." He aimlessly picked up the boy's drawing. "And this is what it'll look like."
"Eventually," Jack said. "Not at first."
To Manfred, Arnie said, "You did have the information, but we got it from you too late."
"Too late," Jack echoed. He seemed to understand; he looked stricken. "Sorry, Arnie. I really am sorry. You should have told me."
"I don't blame you," Arnie said. "We're still friends, Bohlen. It's just a case of bad luck. You've been completely honest with me; I can see that. Goddamn, it sure is too bad. He's already filed his claim, your dad? Well, that's the way it goes."
"He represents a group of investors," Jack said hoarsely.
"Naturally," Arnie said. "With unlimited capital. What could I do anyhow? I can't compete. I'm just one guy." To Manfred he said, "All these people--" He pointed to the drawing. "Are they going to live there, is that it? Is that right, Manfred? Can you see lots of people living there?" His voice rose, out of control.
"Please, Arnie," Doreen said. "Calm down; I can see how upset you are, and you shouldn't be."
Raising his head, Arnie said to her in a low voice, "I don't see why this kid never laughs."
The boy suddenly said, "Gubble, gubble."
"Yeah," Arnie said, with bitterness. "That's right. That's real good communication, kid. Gubble, gubble." To Jack he said, "You have a fine communication established; I can see that."
Jack said nothing. Now he looked grim and uneasy.
"I can see it's going to take a long time more," Arnie said, "to bring this kid out so we can talk to him. Right? Too bad we can't continue. I'm not going any further with it."
"No reason why you should," Jack said in a leaden voice.
"Right," Arnie said. "So that's it. The end of your job."
Doreen said, "But you can still use him for--"
"Oh, of course," Arnie said. "I need a skilled repairman anyhow, for stuff like that encoder; I got a thousand items busting down every goddamn day. I just mean this one particular job, here. Send him back to B-G, this kid. AM-WEB. Yeah, the co-op buildings get funny names like that. The coop coming over to Mars! That's a big outfit, that co-op. They'll pay high for their land; they've got the loot. Tell your dad from me that he's a shrewd businessman."