California -- Fiction; Older men -- Fiction; Railroad travel -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Time travel -- Fiction
"You have a right to an explanation. And I can give it to you without
revealing the actual process of the time transfer. You see, the mind is
capable of an indefinite number of transfers. But a body can be used
for only one. Before we overcame that obstacle, we made some serious
mistakes."
"What happened?"
* * * * *
"It was pretty bad during the experimental trials," said Sandane. "The
pioneers, who transferred in their own bodies, were stuck irrevocably
in the past. To overcome that, some transferred only mentally, which
meant they had to enter unbidden into a host body of the target period.
The more highly trained mind naturally had more strength--the host lost
his identity. What was worse, when the visitor transferred back he
sometimes entered an occupied body instead of his own. When two equally
strong minds contest for one body the result is insanity. And worst of
all, the former host body was left mindless--alive, but how shall I say
it--?"
"Like a zombie?" the old man asked. "Somebody who don't know who he is,
where he is, or what time it is?"
"Yea, that's a very good description. Of course, this had to be
stopped."
"You didn't stop it soon enough," the old man said dryly. "Must be a
lot more of you fellows from elsewhen around than I figured."
"I assure you we don't do it any more. We grow bodies for transfer
purposes in tanks. Like this one, for example."
"Well, I do declare," the old man said. "Now, that's what I call
progress. According to that, when your old body wears out, you get a
new one."
"We haven't achieved immortality yet. The mind has its own natural
span. It is true, however, that we have a greater life expectancy,
and as long as a person lives he can have a body of his choice. But
let's not get off the subject. The point is that I can't transfer back
without a body, or I might get into one that's occupied. And I can't
take this one with me. So I have to have one that is--well, if you'll
forgive me being so blunt, more or less useless to its occupant."
"It's the truth, Sandy, and nobody knows it better than me. But the
part I don't understand is why the body you're using has to fall apart
in two weeks, if you leave it here."
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