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´╗┐Title: See?
Author: Robles, Edward G.
Language: English
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[Illustration: Illustrated by ASHMAN]



 _Seeing things? Don't go to an analyst--see
 the Commission--if it doesn't find you first!_

Well, there was this song a few years back. You know the one. Phil
Harris singing about a thing that you couldn't get rid of, no matter
what you did, a thing so repulsive it made you a social outcast. Never
thought I'd see one, though. Dirty Pete found it.

Don't rush me. I'll tell you about it.

We're hobos, understand? Now a hobo is a different breed of cat than
you think. Oh, people are getting educated to the idea that a hobo will
work and move on, whereas a tramp will mooch and move on, and a bum will
mooch and hang around, but you still find folks who are ignorant enough
to call us bums.

We're aristocrats, yes sir. If it wasn't for us, you wouldn't enjoy half
the little luxuries you do. Oh, don't believe me--talk to your experts.
They know that, without the migratory worker, most of the crops wouldn't
get harvested. And, if I talk highfalutin' once in a while, don't blame
me. Associating with the Professor improves any man's vocabulary, in
spite of themselves.

       *       *       *       *       *

There was the four of us, see? We'd been kicking around together for
longer than I care to think about. There was the Professor and Dirty
Pete and Sacks and Eddie. I'm Eddie. Nicknames are funny things. Take
the Professor--he was a real professor once, until he began hitting the
bottle. Well, he lost his job, his home, his family, and his rep.

One morning, he wakes up on Skid Row without a nickel in his jeans and
the great-granddaddy of all hangovers. He comes to a decision. Either he
could make a man out of hisself, or he could die. Right then, dying
looked like the easiest thing to do, but it took more guts that he had
to jump off a bridge, so he went on the Road instead.

After he got over his shakes--and he sure had 'em bad--he decided that,
if he never took another drink, it'd be the best thing for him. So he
didn't. He had a kind of dignity, though, and he could really talk, so
he and I teamed up during the wheat harvest in South Dakota. We made all
the stops and, when we hit the peaches in California we picked up Sacks
and Dirty Pete.

Sacks got his monicker because he never wore shoes. He claimed that
gunny-sacks, wrapped around his feet and shins, gave as much protection
and more freedom, and they were more comfortable, besides costing nix.
Since we mostly bought our shoes at the dumps, at four bits a pair, you
might say he was stretching a point, but that's one of the laws of the
Road. You don't step on the other guy's corns, and he don't step on

So guess why Dirty Pete was called that. Yeah. He hadn't taken a bath
since 'forty-six, when he got out of the army, and he didn't figure on
ever takin' another. He was a damn' good worker, though, and nobody'd
ever try anything with him around. He wasn't any bigger than a Mack
truck. Besides, he was quiet.

Oh, sure. You wanna know why I'm on the Road. Well, it happens I like
whiskers. Trouble is, they're not fashionable, unless you're some kind
of an artist, which I'm not. You know, social disapproval. I didn't have
the guts to face it, so I lit out. Nobody cares on the Road what you do,
so I was okay with my belt-length beard.

A beard's an enjoyable thing, too. There's a certain kind of thrill you
get from stroking it, and feeling its silkiness run through your
fingers. And besides, combing it, and keeping it free of burrs, snarls
and tangles, sort of keeps your spare moments so full that the devil
don't find any idle time to put your hands to work in. If you ask me, I
think that the razor has been the downfall of society. And I'm willing
to bet I have plenty of company with the same opinion.

Show me a man who doesn't let his beard grow once in a while, even if
it's only for a day or so, and you've shown me a man who thinks more of
social pressure than he does of his own comfort. And show me a man who
says he likes to shave, and you've shown me a man who is either a liar
or is asking for punishment.

       *       *       *       *       *

That's enough about us. Now to get on with the story. You know, if the
Professor hadn't been around, there would probably have been murder done
over the Thing, or at least our little group would've split up, 'cause
none of us had the brains to figure it out.

Pete's an expert scrounger. His eyes are sharp, and he's always on the
lookout for a salable piece of goods, even if he can only get a nickel
for it. One night, we're sitting in a jungle near Sacramento, trying to
figure out whether to go north for the grapes, or south for the grapes.
They're all over California, you know, and they pay pretty well.

Pete, as usual, is out looking, and pretty soon he comes back into camp
with this thing in his hand. He handles it like it was hot, but he's
pleased he's found it, because he hopes to merchandise it. So he walks
up to me, and says, "Hey, Eddie. What'll you gimme for this, huh?"

I say, "Get that to hell away from me! I'll give you a swift kick in the
pants if you don't."

He looks real surprised. He says, "Huh, I thought maybe you could use

I get up on my feet. I say, real low and careful, because maybe he's
joking, "Look, Pete--you oughtta know by this time, I _like_ my beard.
Now will you go away?"

He mooches off, looking like I'd kicked him, and goes over to the
Professor. I figure maybe the Professor could use it, so I listen. The
Prof looks like he was being offered a live rattlesnake.

"No, thanks, really, Pete. I have resolved never to touch it again. I
hope you don't mind."

Well, for some reason Pete don't look pleased, and he's real unhappy by
this time, but he tries again.

"Hey, Sacks, what'll you gimme for--"

He don't get a chance to finish. I'm only listening with half an ear,
but I'm so surprised I stand up like I been stuck with a pin. Sacks
says, "Whatinell would I do with a left shoe? You know I don't use 'em."

Pete looks at the thing in his hand, and the Prof and I go over there.

The Professor looks at the thing real carefully and speaks up. "Say,
Pete, look at that thing and tell me what it is."

"Why, it's a brand new bar of soap, of course. I don't use it, but one
of you might want to. What's all the beef about?"

"Soap?" I say. "Why, you poor fish, something must have happened to your
eyes. When you offered me that straight razor, I thought you'd gone off
your nut. Now I _know_ it."

The Professor interrupts. He looks excited. "Wait a minute, Eddie. To me
that item looks exactly like a full fifth of Old Harvester, 100 proof.
Used to be my favorite, before I became an abstainer. To Pete, it looks
like soap. To you, it looks like a straight razor while, to Sacks, it
resembles a shoe. Does that give you any ideas?"

"Means we're all having hallucinations," I grunts.

"Exactly. Pete, was there anything else in the location where you found
this thing?"

"Nothing but some scrap tin."

"Show us."

       *       *       *       *       *

So, the four of us wanders across the field and, sure enough, there was
this silly-looking object lying there. It was about eighteen or twenty
feet across, and two feet thick, and I nearly made a fool of myself. I
almost screamed when I saw six straight razors _crawling_ out of a hole
in its side.

The Professor whistled. "Grab them, boys. We want them."

Well, Sacks sacrifices one of his sacks, and we rounded up fifteen of
the useless things. We went back to the jungle, where the Prof explained

"Look, fellows, suppose you were a being from another planet that wanted
to take over here. Suppose, further, that you were rather small and
relatively defenseless. To finish the suppositions, suppose you were a
positive telepath, with not only the ability to read minds, but also the
ability to create visual and tactile hallucinations. How would you
protect yourself?"

A light began to dawn, but I didn't say a word about it.

The Professor continued. "If you could do all this, you'd make yourself
look just as useless as possible. To Pete, you'd look like a bar of
soap, because he never uses the stuff. To Sacks, you'd look like a shoe,
because his dislike for shoes is evident in his mind. To Eddie, who is
proud of his beard, you'd look like a razor, while to me, you'd look
like a bottle of booze, because I dislike its effects intensely. In
other words, you would assume an imposture that would assure you'd never
be picked up, except by someone like Pete, who would see in you a
salable item, even though not a usable one. It may be, Pete, that you
have saved the world."

So, that's the story. We're all still on the Road, of course, but now we
are the "Commission for the Investigation of Extraterrestrial Invasion."
Congress named us as that, when we got the data to them.

Now, Mr. Mayor, you see our problem. Have your citizens seen anything
around that they don't want? If they have, we want to look at it.

                                               --EDWARD G. ROBLES, JR.

Transcriber's Note:

    This etext was produced from _Galaxy Science Fiction_ June 1954.
    Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
    copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and
    typographical errors have been corrected without note.

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