Martian Time-Slip

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Author: Philip K. Dick
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walked across the sand toward the unmoving Bleekmen. They were alive; they had their eyes open and were watching him.
    “Rains are falling from me onto your valuable persons,” he called to them, the proper Bleekman greeting in the Bleeky dialect.
    Close to them now he saw that the party consisted of one wrinkled old couple, a young male and female, no doubt husband and wife, and their infant. A family, obviously, which had set out across the desert alone on foot, probably seeking water or food; perhaps the oasis at which they had been subsisting had dried up. It was typical of the plight of the Bleekmen, this conclusion to their trek. Here they lay, unable to go on any farther; they had withered away to something resembling heaps of dried vegetable matter and they would have died soon had not the UN satellite spotted them.
    Rising to his feet slowly, the young Bleekman male genuflected and said in a wavering, frail voice, “The rains falling from your wonderful presence envigor and restore us, Mister.”
    Jack Bohlen tossed his canteen to the young Bleekman, who at once knelt down, unscrewed the cap, and gave it to the supine elderly couple. The old lady seized it and drank from it.
    The change in her came at once. She seemed to swell back into life, to change from the muddy gray color of death before his eyes.
    “May we fill our eggshells?” the young Bleekman male asked Jack. Lying upright on the sand were several paka eggs, pale hollow shells which Jack saw were completely empty. The Bleekmen transported water in these shells; their technical ability was so slight that they did not even possess clay pots. And yet, he reflected, their ancestors had constructed the great canal system.
    “Sure,” he said. “There's another ship coming with plenty of water.” He went back to his 'copter and got his lunch pail; returning with it, he handed it to the Bleekman male. “Food,” he explained. As if they didn't know. Already the elederly couple were on their feet, tottering up with their hands stretched out.
    Behind Jack, the roar of a second 'copter grew louder. It was landing, a big two-person 'copter that now coasted up and halted, its blades slowly spinning.
    The pilot called down, “Do you need me? If not, I'll go on.”
    “I don't have much water for them,” Jack said.
    “O.K.,” the pilot said, and switched off his blades. He hopped out, lugging a five-gallon can. “They can have this.”
    Together, Jack and the pilot stood watching the Bleekman filling their eggshells from the can of water. Their possessions were not many—a quiver of poisoned arrows, an animal hide for each of them; the two women had their pounding blocks, their sole possessions of value: without the blocks they were not fit women, for on them they prepared either meat or grain, whatever food their hunt might bring. And they had a few cigarettes.
    “My passenger,” the young pilot said in a low voice in Jack's ear, “isn't too keen about the UN being able to compel us to stop like this. But what he doesn't realize is they've got that satellite up there and they can see if you fail to stop. And it's a hell of a big fine.”
    Jack turned and looked up into the parked 'copter. He saw seated inside it a heavy-set man with a bald head, a well-fed, self-satisifed-looking man who gazed out sourly, paying no attention to the five Bleekmen.
    “You have to comply with the law,” the pilot said in a defensive voice. “It'd be me who they'd sock with the fine.”
    Walking over to the ship, Jack called up to the big bald-headed man seated within, “Doesn't it make you feel good to know you saved the lives of five people?”
    The bald-headed man looked down at him and said, “Five niggers, you mean. I don't call that saving five people. Do you?”
    “Yeah, I do,” Jack said. “And I intend to continue doing so.”
    “Go ahead, call it that,” the bald-headed man said. Flushing, he glanced over at Jack's 'copter, read the markings on it.
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