Life on other planets -- Fiction; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
"You now know, Kinnison," Mentor mused, "what you children are and how
you came to be. You are the accomplishment of long lifetimes of work.
It is with most profound satisfaction that I now perceive clearly that
those lifetimes have not been spent in vain."
"Yours, you mean." Kit was embarrassed, but one point still bothered
him. "Dad met and married mother, yes, but how about the others?
Tregonsee, Worsel, and Nadreck? They and the corresponding females
were also penultimates, of lines as long as ours. Your Council decided
that the human stock was best, so none of the other Second-Stage
Lensmen ever met their female complements. Not that it could make any
difference to them, of course, but I should think that three of your
fellow students wouldn't feel so good."
"I am very glad indeed that you mention the point." The Arisian's
thought was positively gleeful. "You have at no time, then, detected
anything peculiar about this that you know as Mentor of Arisia?"
"Why, of course not. How could I? Or, rather, why should I?"
"Any lapse on our part, however slight, from practically perfect
synchronization would have revealed to such a mentality as yours that
I, whom you know as Mentor, am not an individual, but four. While we
each worked as individuals upon all of the experimental lines, whenever
we dealt with any one of the penultimates or ultimates we did so as
a fusion. This was necessary, not only for your fullest possible
development, but also to be sure that each of us had complete data upon
every minute facet of the truth. While it was in no sense important to
the work itself to keep you in ignorance of Mentor's plurality, the
fact that we could keep you ignorant of it, particularly now that you
have become adult, showed that our work was being done in a really
workmanlike fashion."
Kit whistled; a long, low whistle which was tribute enough to those who
knew what it meant. He knew what he meant, but there were not enough
words or thoughts to express it.
"But you're going to keep on being Mentor, aren't you?" he asked.
"I am. The real task, as you know, lies ahead."
"QX. You say that I'm adult. I'm not. You imply that I'm more than
several notches above you in qualifications. I could laugh myself silly
about that one, if it wasn't so serious. Why, any one of you Arisians
has forgotten more than I know, and could tie me up into bowknots!"
"There are elements of truth in your thought. That you can now be
called adult, however, does not mean that you have attained your full
power; only that you are able to use effectively the powers you have
and are able to acquire other and larger powers."
"But what _are_ those powers?" Kit demanded. "You've hinted on
that same theme a thousand times, and I don't know what you mean any
better than I did before!"
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