Title: Danger in the Void
Author: Fritch, Charles E.
Language: English
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                          DANGER IN THE VOID

                         By Charles E. Fritch

               Silvia secretly planned to divorce George
            when they reached Arcturus. But a space journey
            can alter a careful plan--or hatch a worse one!

           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
                              August 1954
         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]


The trouble started when the _Arcturus Queen_ was four billion miles
out of Earth, heading for the star after which it was named. It pulled
clear of the solar system using conventional drive, then switched into
subspace. A few minutes later the ship shuddered perceptibly, and an
authoritative voice came reassuringly from the public address system.

"Passengers will please remain in their seats. We are temporarily
cutting the subspace drive due to mechanical difficulties which have
developed. There is no cause for alarm."

The message was repeated and George said, "What do you suppose is the
matter?"

"How should I know," Silvia snapped. "I'm not a space mechanic. Why
don't you find out if you're so interested."

He glared at her. "I was just wondering. You don't have to get so
disagreeable. But then, why should now be any different?"

She smiled at that, though her blood raced and her fingers itched
to make red ribbons of his face. "I've got plenty of reason to be
disagreeable--"

"Okay, okay," he said; "let's not go through that again." He got up.
"I'm going up to the observation platform." And he went down the
aisle between the rows of seats and disappeared through a door at the
farthest end.

She glared after him. That was always his way, running out on an
argument. Well, when this trip was over, there would be no more running
away.

A man dropped into the seat beside her.

"This seat's taken," she said automatically, and then realized the
man must have known, since all seats were reserved.

"I know," the man said. "I'd like to talk to you."

She studied him for a moment. He had a rather common face, one with
no particularly outstanding features, a face that would be difficult
to remember, she thought. He wore a plain business suit, with a
conventional white shirt and an unobtrusive tie. He did not appear the
wolfish type to her, but rather the ordinary businessman you might see
hanging onto helibus straps anyplace on Earth.

"You want to talk to me?" she said carefully. "About what?"

"Your divorce," the man said simply.

"My divorce? But--" She stopped. She was about to say, "But how did you
know?" when it suddenly occurred to her that George might have hired
this man to find out if she were planning one of those rapid Arcturan
separations. She hadn't thought to wonder if he suspected she was
planning one. If he knew about her divorce plans, he might take counter
measures just for spite; with Arcturan divorce regulations as they
were, that would be bad.

She said, "I'm not divorced, Mr...."

"Jones," the man supplied, smiling. "I know that, Mrs. Bennet, but I
also know that you're going to Arcturus to obtain one. I'd like to talk
to you about that, confidentially of course."

       *       *       *       *       *

She was certain of it now. He knew her name and spoke about a divorce
no one but she knew of. "I'm sorry," she said coldly, turning her head
away to indicate that as far as she was concerned the interview was at
an end, "I gave no one to understand that. I'm accompanying my husband
on a business trip. Now, if you'll please--"

"Nevertheless," the man insisted, "your intentions are plain, perhaps
not to others or even your husband--but to us, very clear. Let me be
frank, Mrs. Bennet. I represent an organization which can be of great
benefit to you, providing you help us by accepting our standard plan."

"Your organization?" she questioned.

The man waved a vague hand. "The organization is of necessity nameless.
However, it is quite effective. In fact, the only way you've heard of
us, without realizing it, is through the effects we produce for our
clients."

"What sort of--effects?"

"I promised to be frank, Mrs. Bennet. I shall. Your husband is an
android, and you hate him for that reason and for others."

Silvia gasped. "How did you know? That he's an android, I mean?"

The man smiled. "Our organization has access to a great deal of
information; it's an integral part of our business, this information,
serving as a springboard for contacting prospective clients like you."

"You mean," she said testily, "you'd like to help me get a divorce?"
She smiled, adding, "For a fee, naturally."

The man shook his head no. "Something more permanent. We'd like to make
a widow of you."

For a moment Silvia sat paralyzed, thinking she had not heard right.
After awhile, she said, "You'd like to what?"

"You were carefully studied," the man went on, "and we know the idea of
your husband's death is not repugnant to you; that's why I'm suggesting
the idea simply, without any cat-and-mouse tactics. Your husband has
insurance amounting to slightly less than one hundred thousand credits;
our fee will be one-tenth of that plus one-tenth of any other monies
which may accrue as a result of his death."

Silvia sat in shocked silence, not knowing what to say. "You're crazy,"
she managed finally. "I'll call the officers--"

"Who wouldn't believe you because the story is fantastic," the man
pointed out, certain of himself. "Only our clients and potential
clients know we are in existence, for not one of our--er--operations
has been discovered. Think it over, Mrs. Bennet. Even though Arcturan
divorces can be quick, they aren't always painless. It's like war with
them, just as everything is, and wars can be lost. Our way is more
certain; you're assured of your husband's estate and nine-tenths of all
insurance money. I'll be around when you change your mind."

He got up and walked down the aisle in back of her. Silvia didn't look
to follow him. She was thinking, _when_ I change my mind; the man was
that sure of it, was he? Or was that just to put her in a positive
frame of mind, making her think it was not a question of yes or no,
but when. She had quarrels with George, sure, and sometimes she even
felt she hated him--but the idea of murder had not entered her mind.
Mentally she added, _at least until now!_ She shook her head--no, it
was out of the question.

       *       *       *       *       *

She had to admit to herself, though, now that she _was_ thinking
of it, that she would miss the easy living being married to George
entailed, even with any alimony she might receive. He was the android
version of the old Horatio Alger story, though very few persons knew
or even suspected George was not human. The World Congress had passed
equalizing laws for androids just as they had for the various races,
with the difference that it worked for androids since they had no
outward mark of being different from the select group.

While not wealthy, they had lived well, with George trying in his
simple fashion to please her. She thought once she had loved him, for
after all he was a rather likable person. He had told her of his being
a non-human and had proposed in almost the same breath, and it had
shocked her at first the way any normal woman would be shocked at being
told such a thing. But George was on his way to becoming somebody in
the business world, and after going mentally over the pros and cons of
the thing she had decided she could do much worse. There were times
during the two years of marriage, however, when she wasn't even certain
of that.

She had considered the possibility of forcing him after the divorce
to give her some of his real estate or investments in return for not
disclosing his secret; for while technically there was supposed to
be no ill will toward androids there was an instinctive repulsion on
the part of many humans for someone who was not of their kind, and
George's business contacts would inevitably suffer if the knowledge got
out. It was not blackmail, she rationalized--she disliked the unlawful
sound of the word--but a business deal in which she supplied silence in
return for his money. It was the least he could do, she thought, after
taking up two years of her life.

But murder was another thing, a totally different thing that had
entered her mind only briefly during arguments and then not seriously.
Even blackmail would be lily-white compared to it. She had never
actually entertained the idea for any length of time, but now she
considered it--not seriously even now, she told herself hastily, but
merely as an intellectual diversion.

Android or not, as far as the courts were concerned, it was murder just
as though the victim were a human. But the case might never reach the
courts, for the "organization" would handle all homicidal details, she
remembered, and they were probably professionals in the art. Strange,
no one had discovered the organization, but that probably testified to
its ability. They could probably kill someone, even George, and no one
would ever know....

She shook her head in mild disdain, wondering at the sudden flood of
criminal thoughts started by the stranger. She reminded herself that
she was going to Arcturus to divorce her husband, not to kill him. She
wondered disinterestedly if he were sulking up there on the observation
platform.

The loudspeaker crackled and a feminine voice said, "The mechanical
difficulties have been located and are being repaired. It will be
approximately thirty minutes, Earth rating, before we enter subspace
again. Meanwhile, the lounge is open for those wishing to patronize it.
May we suggest a cocktail, followed by a dinner from any of the planets
of any system. The view from the observation platform--"

The voice droned on, telling of the swimming pool, the
three-dimensional (off-gravity) tennis rooms, and other diversions
designed to get passengers' minds off the fact that they were
temporarily stalled in open space.

       *       *       *       *       *

George appeared in the doorway at one end of the aisle and walked
toward her. She gave a small gasp as she saw the stranger come through
the doorway behind him. They came down the aisle, and George dropped
into his seat. The stranger looked questioningly at her before he
passed. She shook her head no.

"There's a good view from the observation platform," George said, as
though making an effort to be conversational. "Now's the time to see
it, when the ship's in normal space. They've got a large transparent
dome, like half a bubble, and when you look up it seems as though
you're out there in space, floating."

"Really?" she said drily. "I'm not exactly a tourist, you know. I
_have_ been on observation platforms before."

For a moment he looked at her as though wondering if there were
anything he could say that wouldn't bring out a disagreeable word.
"Silvia, I wish--" he began.

"All right, all right," she interrupted wearily. "If there's anything
I've said to injure your poor sensitive feelings, I apologize. But
please don't give me that lost sheep-dog look; I can't stand it."

He started to say something, then changed his mind at the futility of
it and fell silent. She regarded him from the corner of her vision for
a moment, feeling strangely sympathetic toward him. It made her feel
something of a heel when he fell silently accusing like that, and she
didn't like the feeling. If only he'd rant and rave at her, stand on
his own two feet and maybe even beat her once in a while. She wouldn't
like that, but at least it would be better than this outwardly placid
pacificism. She suspected his attitude stemmed from an inferior
complex due to his being android; he could spin the world on its tail,
corner all the credits in the solar system, but still he could not
escape the fact of his artificial birth. That fact was her weapon, and
he knew it and was afraid of it.

After awhile, he said slowly, "I'm going to get a divorce, Silvia."

She looked at him swiftly, her eyes taking in each facet of his
features to see if he were jesting. She even wondered for a moment if
she had heard correctly.

"I'm going to get a divorce on Arcturus," he repeated, not looking at
her. "I've been thinking it over for the past several months. Finally,
I decided it would be the best thing for both of us. I hope you won't
contest it; I don't think I'd like one of those running battles."

Silvia sat stunned by the revelation. This was to have been her
surprise party, not his, for under Arcturan divorce regulations the
member initiating the action had the distinct advantage, especially
when the other was unprepared; the war-conditioned star-system had
developed this marital blitzkrieg to satisfy the sporting instincts
of its people and to attract the curiosity-seeking Earth trade. She
had figured it as a surprise to him, knowing he would be shocked by
its suddenness and take no action against her demands for what would
normally constitute an excessive amount of alimony.

"I thought I'd better tell you," he said, almost apologetically, "even
if it does work to my disadvantage." He got up. "If you'd care to
discuss it further, I'll be in the bar."

In shocked silence, Silvia watched her husband retreat down the aisle.
It was so typical of him to tell her, but the thought of him doing
something like this at all was incredible. More than that, it was
unbearable. She felt anger surge within her to realize that she'd
been beaten to the punch, even if the romantic fool had confessed
his intentions. Slowly, she could sense her plans wavering, becoming
insecure, and panic gripped her. She'd had it all planned, all of it,
working out the details with secret enthusiasm, never suspecting George
was discontented enough to take action himself.

       *       *       *       *       *

She still had a good chance, of course, but not nearly as good a one as
before. The two years she had been married to him would be an eternity
compared to what compensation she might receive now, if she received
anything at all. Perhaps she could make up to him before they got to
Arcturus, convince him she was repentant, that she wanted him to remain
with her. The thought of kowtowing before him, putting her pride on
the auction block, sickened her, though. Besides, he would easily see
through the subterfuge; though weak, he was not a fool. Inwardly, she
cursed, her mind a frantic jumble of thoughts. There was nothing she
could do, nothing except hope for the best. Unless--

The stranger appeared with the thought concerning him. He dropped into
the seat beside her.

"Have you reconsidered?" he asked her quietly.

It was murder, she knew, and yet George was only an android,
something that was manufactured artificially in a laboratory in great
liquid-filled tanks; that somehow made it different, made it something
like putting a machine out of commission rather than destroying a life.

She wet her lips. "In the eyes of the law," she said, "it's murder, you
know."

"All the laws in the universe," the man returned gravely, "will not
make an android human, Mrs. Bennet. There is a faction which gives our
organization a bonus each time an android is destroyed, so you can see
you're not alone in this."

She didn't look at him. "How would you do it?"

"Efficiently," he replied vaguely, "in a way I cannot yet disclose.
Satisfaction, however, is guaranteed."

"Ten percent of the insurance money is the total fee?"

"Ten percent of _all_ insurance monies," he corrected, "which is not
necessarily the same thing." He drew a paper from his coat, opened it
and handed her a pen.

"I have to sign something?" she asked. "But won't that incriminate me?"

"You promise to pay the ten percent _in consideration of services
rendered_," the man explained. "The services are, of course, not
stated."

She took the pen and signed before she could talk herself out of it.

"When will it be?"

Carefully, he folded the document and returned it to his coat. "Before
we reach Arcturus," the man said, getting up. "Thank you very much,
Mrs. Bennet. Glad to be of service to you." And he walked away.

       *       *       *       *       *

She nodded vaguely and then began considering what she had done. George
was an android, she told herself again, only an android. But how could
you tell an android from a human? Certainly not outwardly. Blood
chemistry was different, but the blood was red just the same. The skin
was a different composition, yet it felt and looked like human skin.
The personality and the character had human flaws in them. What, then,
was the difference? The answer came: an android was not human because
he was an android, which by definition was not human.

This reasoning tended to confuse her, and she tried to push the
thoughts from her mind. It was done, and that was all that mattered,
she told herself. Pangs of conscience might plague her now, but
afterward the soothing balm of money would ease the pain. They'd never
gotten along, so what difference did it make.

She forced her thoughts away from that and wondered how they'd do it.
She hoped suddenly that it wouldn't be violent, and then she recalled
that a double indemnity clause would give her twice the hundred
thousand--less the ten percent, of course, for services rendered. At
least, she hoped he wouldn't suffer. He'd suffered enough during his
lifetime, just for being an android.

It must have been horrible, she thought, having to go through life
knowing you're less than human, or at least in having people think
that. Even if humans accepted you as an equal (which they didn't,
despite any laws), you'd have to live with the knowledge that you
evolved from an artificially produced embryo under conditions
simulating normal birth. Artificial growth, she thought disgustedly,
like the hydroponic production of vegetables. She felt a sudden sorrow
for him, a sympathy that was as far from pity as it had ever been.
Perhaps it was even for his own good, she tried to rationalize, to do
this. And yet she was still not certain.

George came down the aisle toward her, and she looked away hastily. She
felt the seat depress beside her.

"The subspace drive will be ready in a few minutes more," he said.
"Then we'll really be on our way to Arcturus."

"Yes," she said quietly, not looking at him. She wanted to say
something sarcastic, something to make him squirm, something that would
give an aura of normality to her actions. Yet the words stuck in her
throat, refusing to come. He has only a few moments, she told herself,
let them be pleasant.

She was surprised that the thought put her in a bad light, almost
admitting that it was her fault that they didn't get along; yet it was
difficult to be patient with someone who always seemed to be thinking
grave thoughts, as though constantly reminding himself he was an
inferior.

But there was a time, she remembered, when he had not been grave. When
they had first met, for example, and during the courtship that had
followed. A smile touched her lips as she thought about the little
things, the picnics and the sudden drenching rainstorms that inevitably
came after the ants were finished with their food, the 'copter trips
over the scenic wonderlands of Earth, the first accidental brushings of
their hands that had led to a kiss and then to another. But that was
before she had known he was an android.

She felt suddenly ashamed that the word "android" could mean so much.

"George?" She reached out and touched his hand. It felt warm and human.

He turned, bewilderment in those android human-looking eyes. He smiled
at her, rather nervously, she thought. "Yes?"

"Nothing," she said, "nothing at all." She drew her hand away and
stared straight ahead.

It was wrong, she thought suddenly, it was the wrongest thing she had
ever done in her life. She knew that with sudden clarity. All the money
in the universe would not be worth the life of this--this _human_
beside her. Yes, that was it, android or not, he was as human as anyone
she had ever known.

       *       *       *       *       *

The loudspeaker hummed briefly and a voice said, "In thirty seconds
we will enter subspace. All passengers will remain seated until the
changeover is complete."

The voice repeated the message, and Silvia thought frantically, _we'll
be on our way to Arcturus and somewhere along the line the stranger
will kill George!_

She leaped up.

"Sit down," George cried, pushing at her. "We're going into subspace."

"I've got to see somebody," she said, struggling.

"It can wait," George insisted.

She went limp, as she heard the whine of the motors deep down within
the spaceship. "Yes," she said, "yes, I suppose it will." But not too
long. She didn't know when, or even how, but each moment might be
George's last.

She braced herself involuntarily, as the whine rose to the threshold
of inaudibility. A sudden rumbling came. The spaceship shook, the
walls twisting as though grasped by a giant's hand. The room tilted
precariously. A woman screamed.

"Something's gone wrong," George shouted. He grabbed Silvia's hand.

"Attention all passengers," a frantic voice came from the loudspeaker,
"prepare to abandon ship. Put on emergency spacesuits and go to
lifecraft assigned you. There is no immediate cause for alarm. There is
time enough for all to reach safety, if instructions are obeyed. Above
all, remain calm. Calls for help are going out--"

Silvia was dimly aware that George had pulled her spacesuit from the
overhead locker and was trying to stuff her into it. Thank goodness,
she thought, it was like a miracle this happening. Now, neither of them
would go to Arcturus and the stranger's plans would be delayed until
she had time to cancel them.

"I'm okay," she insisted, fumbling with the rest of her suit. "Put
yours on."

"We're going to be killed!" a man shouted near them. He scrambled down
the aisle toward the exit. George hit him, and the man staggered,
looking like a small boy punished for breaking a window. Then he began
sobbing and someone led him away.

The ship shuddered again, and the walls protested with the grating of
metal. Silvia staggered, but her husband's arm shot out to steady her.

A voice from the loudspeaker said, "Attention, all passengers. Prepare
to abandon ship. The following persons will proceed to emergency exit
one. Please be orderly. There is enough time and enough room." He read
off a list of six names.

"I hope we're together," George said. "I--I've changed my mind about
something."

Silvia felt a surge of pleasure. He wasn't going to get the divorce
after all. She didn't stop to analyze her feeling, but she hoped it
wasn't selfish.

"The following passengers," the loudspeaker announced "will go to
emergency exit two."

George listened carefully and at their names said, "That's us." He took
her by the arm. "Better put your helmet in place. There might be a
leak."

She nodded, flipping it over her head the way he did, placing the
faceplate open so she could talk without using the radio. The way he
seemed concerned over her made her feel ashamed she had plotted his
death, and yet at the same time it made her feel glad that they had
come to some silent understanding in time.

       *       *       *       *       *

He led the way down the aisle and into the corridor that led to exit
two. They passed into the lifecraft, a miniature spaceship, and sat
down to wait. There were four others, three men and one woman. The
pilot came in last, helmet off, and sat at the controls.

"We're leaving the ship now," he warned, and pressed several studs.

Silvia stared at the pilot. "George," she said, gripping her husband's
arm. The pilot was the stranger who was going to kill George!

"We'll be all right," George assured her.

The small lifecraft trembled as its rockets blasted them with sudden
acceleration into space. In seconds they were many miles beyond the
_Arcturus Queen_.

The woman was pale and frightened. One of the men stared through a
porthole. "Look at it back there," he exclaimed. "It looks like it's
going to--"

"Attention all lifecraft pilots," a loudspeaker said. "Rendezvous at
a point within one thousand yards of lifecraft number one. Distress
signals have been sent to the outer planets of Sol and help will arrive
shortly. Follow this beam." The message was repeated and then replaced
by a humming sound.

The pilot switched off the sound.

George said, "Hadn't you--" and then he stopped.

The pilot got up from his seat. There was a gun in his hand. "The
signal won't be necessary," he said calmly. "None of you aboard this
ship will be rescued."

Silvia bit her lip, hesitating. Then she said, "I've changed my mind,
the deal's off."

The man smiled. "A contract is a contract, Mrs. Bennet," he said.
"Besides, we've gone too far now with plans to turn back."

George was staring at her in disbelief. "Silvia, you mean that you--"

"I'll explain later," she told him.

"The time for explanations," the man said, "is right now. There will be
no 'later' for any of you. What your wife means, Mr. Bennet, is just
what you suspect. And what your husband is trying to say, Mrs. Bennet,
is that _he_ arranged a similar contract with me as did these other
people."

Silvia felt a chill pass through her at the words. George, she thought,
George was planning to--

"I was desperate," George cried, beside her, his eyes pleading. "I
was afraid that once we got a divorce you'd tell them about me. But I
couldn't go through with it, Silvia: that's what I meant when I said
I'd changed my mind."

She listened numbly.

"An interesting situation," the man smiled, "but it's much too late
for anybody to change his mind. At your deaths, the organization will
collect ten percent of your insurance benefits, plus the insurance
covering passengers killed as a result of a spaceship explosion."

"Spaceship explosion," one of the male passengers said, coming out of
a lethargy, "but there's been no--"

"Look," another cried, pointing to a porthole.

They looked, and the _Arcturus Queen_ burst into flame, erupting with
a great soundless explosion that sent metal splinters flying in all
directions.

The man smiled again, a smile of satisfaction, of knowing his plans
were ripening. "The _Arcturus Queen_ was insured by the owner, who
needed money. We take ten percent from him, a nominal fee considering
the risk involved."

"And what of us?" one of the men passengers demanded.

The man shrugged. "Each of you is married to someone who prefers your
insurance money to your companionship. Not a very satisfying thought,
is it?"

The woman began to cry softly.

"You'll never get away with this," another of the men said, fists
clenching.

"Can you think of any reason why not?" the man said, fondling the
weapon in his hand.

I can, Silvia thought; George and I aren't getting caught in our own
traps if I can help it. If I can only tilt the ship, get him off
balance--

Slowly, she edged toward the control panel, signaling George with a
careful nod of her head. George caught the signal, and she could see
him tense.

"We're wasting time," the man said, a trifle impatiently. He readied
the gun. "If there are no last questions--"

Silvia made a sudden thrust for the control panel.

       *       *       *       *       *

The man whirled, cursing, and brought the gun to bear on her. But
George was on him, gripping the man by the throat. The gun went off,
and a searing blast of flame filled the lifecraft.

"The wall!" someone cried.

Silvia looked up. The wall of the lifecraft hung suspended for a moment
like some great jigsaw puzzle where the gun's blast had struck it. And
then it fell apart, blowing outward with the hurricane of the cabin's
air leaping into space.

Instinctively, Silvia slammed shut the glass on her faceplate and tried
to grab some solid support. But a giant hand lifted her from the floor
and whisked her out into the blackness of the void. Weightlessness came
with terrifying suddenness, and at first it was like falling through
black silent endless waters. She tried to scream, but the sound refused
to come out.

She called George's name several times and then remembered the radio
and turned the activating knob. "George," she said. "I'm outside the
lifecraft. Can you see me?"

No answer came. Space was a velvet black out here, the stars gleaming
points. She had no sensation of movement, but twisting her head in the
helmet, she could see the lifecraft becoming smaller. Her heart sank
with the knowledge that inertia was pulling her out, out farther and
farther into space.

_He's not coming after me_, she thought suddenly, and the thought
terrified her, made her throat suddenly tight. _Even if he hears, he
won't come._

Around her, space drifted--dark, silent, limitless. Ahead, a great
nebula glowed.

"I'm sorry," she said slowly to herself. "I suppose I deserve it."

"Probably," George's voice came in her helmet, "but I'm coming after
you anyway. Everybody's okay on this end, except our insurance man who
couldn't get his helmet on in time; it seems my hands were somehow in
the way."

Her heart leaped at his voice. "Do you still love me, George?" she
asked. Somehow, that mattered more than anything else.

"I don't know," he said wearily, "I don't really know."

"Can't we try again?" she pleaded.

"I'm sick of trying," George said.

Her heart sank. She drifted through space watching the lifecraft bear
down upon her. In a few seconds it would be close enough, so that the
braking rockets--

"George!" she cried. "You're coming too close. I'll be burned by the
braking rockets!"

"Accidents happen," George told her.

She screamed.

The lifecraft turned aside then, and long fingers of flame shot past
her from the forward tubes. The ship drifted alongside her then, and
all jets were cut.

She breathed sudden relief. "Thank goodness. For a few seconds
there...."

"It was a bad few seconds for both of us," George told her. "Don't
tempt me again, Silvia."

He appeared at the gaping hole in the lifecraft, a rope in his hands.

"I won't, George," she promised. "We'll try again; this time we'll
_really_ try."

He tossed her the rope. She grabbed it and began the descent to the
ship. When he pulled her inside it was like being born again.

And somehow, she knew this new life would be different.



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