Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
“You are, of course, a sentimentalist and doubtless you look with horror
upon many of the acts of a sane, rational, scientific mind; but you are
also highly intelligent and can, therefore, appreciate better than
another, even though you may not approve them, the motives that prompt
me to do many of those things of which your sentimentality disapproves.
I may have offended you, but I have never wronged you, nor have I
wronged any creature for which you might have felt some of your
so-called friendship or love. Are my premises incorrect, or my reasoning
faulty?”
I assured him to the contrary.
“Very well! Now let me explain why I have gone to such pains to train
you as no other human being, aside from myself, has ever been trained. I
am not ready to use you yet, or rather you are not ready; but if you
know my purpose you will realize the necessity for bending your energy
to the consummation of my purpose, and to that end you will strive even
more diligently than you have to perfect yourself in the high,
scientific art I am imparting to you.
“I am a very old man,” he continued after a brief pause, “even as age
goes upon Barsoom. I have lived more than a thousand years. I have
passed the allotted natural span of life, but I am not through with my
life’s work—I have but barely started it. I must not die. Barsoom must
not be robbed of this wondrous brain and skill of mine. I have long had
in mind a plan to thwart death, but it required another with skill equal
to mine—two such might live for ever. I have selected you to be that
other, for reasons that I already have explained—they are undefiled by
sentimentalism. I did not choose you because I love you, or because I
feel friendship for you, or because I think that you love me, or feel
friendship towards me. I chose you because I knew that of all the
inhabitants of a world you were the one least likely to fail me. For a
time you will have my life in your hands. You will understand now why I
have not been able to choose carelessly.”
“This plan that I have chosen is simplicity itself provided that I can
count upon just two essential factors—skill and self-interested loyalty
in an assistant. My body is about worn out. I must have a new one. My
laboratory is filled with wonderful bodies, young and complete with
potential strength and health. I have but to select one of these and
have my skilled assistant transfer my brain from this old carcass to the
new one.” He paused.
“I understand now, why you have trained me,” I said. “It has puzzled me
greatly.”
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