Today | News | Books | Recipes Adventure | Science Fiction | Ghost stories | Poetry | Children | History SupermindThe Project Gutenberg eBook of Supermind This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook. Title: Supermind Author: Randall Garrett Laurence M. Janifer Release date: August 16, 2007 [eBook #22342] Most recently updated: August 29, 2022 Language: English Other information and formats: www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/22342 *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SUPERMIND *** Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from the 1963 book publication of the story. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note. The word "PLaza" (two capital letters) was correct usage to designate a telephone exchange at the time the story was written. It has been left as printed. * * * * * Supermind Mark Phillips 1 In 1914, it was enemy aliens. In 1930, it was Wobblies. In 1957, it was fellow travelers. In 1971, it was insane telepaths. And, in 1973: "We don't know _what_ the hell it is," said Andrew J. Burris, Director of the FBI. He threw his hands in the air and looked baffled and confused. Kenneth J. Malone tried to appear sympathetic. "What what is?" he asked. Burris frowned and drummed his fingers on his big desk. "Malone," he said, "make sense. And don't stutter." "Stutter?" Malone said. "You said you didn't know what it was. What the hell it was. And I wanted to know what it was." "That's just it," Burris said. "I don't know." Malone sighed and repressed an impulse to scream. "Now wait a minute, Chief-" he started. Burris frowned again. "Don't call me Chief," he said. Malone nodded. "Okay," he said. "But if you don't know what it is, you must have some idea of what you don't know. I mean, is it larger than a breadbox? Does it perform helpful tasks? Is it self-employed?" "Malone," Burris sighed, "you ought to be on television." "But-" "Let me explain," Burris said. His voice was calmer now, and he spoke as if he were enunciating nothing but the most obvious and eternal truths. "The country," he said, "is going to hell in a handbasket." Malone nodded again. "Well, after all, Chief-" "Don't call me Chief," Burris said wearily. "Anything you say," Malone agreed peacefully. He eyed the Director of the FBI warily. "After all, it isn't anything new," he went on. "The country's always been going to hell in a handbasket, one way or another. Look at Rome." "Rome?" Burris said. "Sure," Malone said. "Rome was always going to hell in a handbasket, and finally it-" He paused. "Finally it did, I guess," he said. "Exactly," Burris said. "And so are we. Finally." He passed a hand over his forehead and stared past Malone at a spot on the wall. Malone turned and looked at the spot, but saw nothing of interest. "Malone," Burris said, and the FBI agent whirled around again. "Yes, Ch-Yes?" he said. "This time," Burris said, "it isn't the same old story at all. This time it's different." "Different?" Malone said. Burris nodded. "Look at it this way," he said. His eyes returned to the agent. "Suppose you're a congressman," he went on, "and you find evidence of inefficiency in the government." "All right," Malone said agreeably. He had the feeling that if he waited around a little while everything would make sense, and he was willing to wait. After all, he wasn't on assignment at the moment, and there was nothing pressing waiting for him. He was even between romances. If he waited long enough, he told himself, Andrew J. Burris might say something worth hearing. He looked attentive and eager. He considered leaning over the desk a little, to look even more eager, but decided against it; Burris might think he looked threatening. There was no telling. "You're a congressman," Burris said, "and the government is inefficient. You find evidence of it. What do you do?" Malone blinked and thought for a second. It didn't take any longer than that to come up with the old, old answer. "I start an investigation," he said. "I get a committee and I talk to a lot of newspaper editors and magazine editors and maybe I go on television and talk some more, and my committee has a lot of meetings-" "Exactly," Burris said. "And we talk a lot at the meetings," Malone went on, carried away, "and get a lot of publicity, and we subpoena famous people, just as famous as we can get, except governors or presidents, because you can't-they tried that back in the Fifties, and it didn't work very well-and that gives us some more publicity, and then when we have all the publicity we can possibly get-" "You stop," Burris said hurriedly. "That's right," Malone said. "We stop. And that's what I'd do." "Of course, the problem of inefficiency is left exactly where it always was," Burris said. "Nothing's been done about it." "Naturally," Malone said. "But think of all the lovely publicity. And all the nice talk. And the subpoenas and committees and everything." "Sure," Burris said wearily. "It's happened a thousand times. But, Malone, that's the difference. It isn't happening this time." There was a short pause. "What do you mean?" Malone said at last. "This time," Burris said, in a tone that sounded almost awed, "they want to keep it a secret." "A secret?" Malone said, blinking. "But that's-that's not the American way." Burris shrugged. "It's un-congressman-like, anyhow," he said. "But that's what they've done. Tiptoed over to me and whispered softly that the thing has to be investigated quietly. Naturally, they didn't give me any orders-but only because they know they can't make one stick. They suggested it pretty strongly." "Any reasons?" Malone said. The whole idea interested him strangely. It was odd-and he found himself almost liking odd cases, lately. That is, he amended hurriedly, if they didn't get _too_ odd. "Oh, they had reasons, all right," Burris said. "It took a little coaxing, but I managed to pry some loose. You see, every one of them found inefficiency in his own department. And every one knows that other men are investigating inefficiency." "Oh," Malone said. "That's right," Burris said. "Every one of them came to me to get me to prove that the goof-ups in his particular department weren't his fault. That covers them in case one of the others happens to light into the department." "Well, it must be _somebody's_ fault," Malone said. "It isn't theirs," Burris said wearily, "I ought to know. They told me. At great length, Malone." Malone felt a stab of honest pity. "How many so far?" he asked. "Six," Burris said. "Four representatives, and two senators." "Onl |