Children -- Fiction; Human-alien encounters -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Siblings -- Fiction; Space ships -- Fiction
"I would as soon kill the Earth-children as not." Tall-Thin said. "But
the slightest emotional unpleasantness militates against survival.
Every act we perform must be dictated by reason. Our moral grandeur as
a race is based on absolute logic--not on blind instinct. Even in an
emergency _we_ are wise enough to determine how necessary an action may
be. So your argument falls to pieces."
* * * * *
Tall-Thin straightened, his parchment-dry face crinkling with rage.
"This isn't the first time you've questioned my wisdom and authority,
Rujit!" he said and his voice was like the hiss of a snake uncoiling in
the long grass of a jungle clearing.
Rujit stiffened as if invisible fangs had buried themselves in his
flesh. His cheeks could hardly have been called ruddy to begin with but
their pallor suddenly became extreme. He took a quick step backward, a
look of horror coming into his eyes.
"You _wouldn't_! No, _no_, Hilili!"
"The choice is no longer mine alone."
"But I was just thinking out loud!"
Tall-Thin clicked off the beam, leaving Melvin still standing
large-eyed and motionless against the wall. He raised the tube which
had projected the beam until it was pointing directly at Rujit.
"I'm going to step up the beam," he said.
"But why? _Why_, Hilili? For the love you bear me--"
"I bear you no love."
"But you are my biogenetic twin, Hilili. We have been closer than
ordinary brothers from birth."
"It does not matter. It does not concern me. Family relationships
militate against survival when reason falters in a single member of a
family group."
Tall-Thin's voice hardened. "We came to this planet for one purpose--to
colonize it for the good of all. We numbered thousands and now we are
reduced to a pitiful remnant--just ourselves. Thanks to the stupidity
of a few."
"I was never one of the stupid ones!" Rujit protested. "I advised our
immediate return. The unknown and hideous diseases which decimated
us like _migs_, the atmospheric gases which rotted our ships so
insidiously that we were not aware of the damage until they exploded
in flight--remember, I kept insisting that we could not survive such
hazards for long!"
"Your sound judgment in that respect was more than offset by your
wilful insistence we explore the entire planet," Tall-Thin countered.
"Our ships were so numerous that they were observed in flight and we
might have been destroyed completely when death and disaster struck.
"As might have been expected the very shape of our ships made them
conspicuous. Fiery disks they must have seemed to the Earth dwellers,
so terrifying that they would have eventually found a way to fathom the
mystery, and strike back. A perishing remnant of an advanced race has
never yet succeeded in killing two billion primitives armed with Class
C-type weapons."
"But how could I have known it then?"
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