The Forgiven Ones
A Sunny Night
A Radio-Valkyrie
Oh， if only I had actually broken myself to pieces！ If only I had actually found myself with her in some place beyond the Wall， among beasts showing their yellow tusks. If only I had never actually returned here！ It would be a thousand， a million times easier！ But now—what？ Now to go and choke that—！ But would it help？ No， no， no！ Take yourself in hand， D-503！ Set into yourself the firm hub of logic； at least for a short while weigh heavily with all your might on the lever and， like the ancient slave， turn the millstones of syllogisms until you have written down and understood everything that happened
When I boarded the Integral， everyone was already there and in his place； all the cells of the gigantic hive were filled. Through the decks of glass—tiny， ant-like people below， at the telegraph， dynamo， transformers， altimeters， ventilators， indicators， motor， pumps， tubes....In the saloon people were sitting over tables and instruments， probably those commissioned by the Scientific Bureau； near them the Second Builder and his two aides. All three had their heads down between their shoulders like turtles， their faces gray， autumnal， rayless.
"Well？" I asked.
"Well， somewhat uncanny" one of them replied， smiling a gray， rayless smile. "Perhaps we shall have to land in some unknown place. And， generally speaking， nobody knows..."
I could hardly bear to look at them， when in an hour or so I was to throw them out with my own hands， to cast them out from the cozy figures of our Table of Hours， to tear them away forever from the mother"s breast of the United State. They reminded me of the tragic figures of "The Three Forgiven Ones"—a story known to all of our school children. It tells about three Numbers， who by way of experiment were exempted for a whole month from any work.[ It happened long ago， in the third century A.T. （After the Tables）.
] "Go wherever you will， do what you will，" they were told. The unhappy three spent their whole time wandering around their usual place of work and gazing within with hungry eyes. They would stop on the plazas and busy themselves for hours repeating the motions which they had been used to ****** during certain hours of the day； it became a bodily necessity for them to do so. They would saw and plane the air； with unseen sledge hammers they would bang upon unseen stakes. Finally， on the tenth day， they could bear it no longer； they took one another by the hand， entered the river， and to the accompaniment of the March they waded deeper and deeper until the water ended their sufferings forever.
I repeat， it was hard for me to look at them， and I was anxious to leave them.
"I just want to take a glance into the engine room， and then oft" I said.
They were asking me questions： "What voltage should be used for the initial spark， how much ballast water was needed in the tank aft？" As if a phonograph were some where within me， I was giving quick and precise answers， but I， my inner self， was busy with my own thoughts.
In the narrow passage gray unifs were passing， gray faces， and， for a second， one face with its hair low over the forehead， eyes gazing from deep beneath it—it was that same man. I understood： they had come， and there was no escape from it for me； only minutes remained， a few dozen minutes....An infinitesimal， molecular quiver of my whole body. This quivering did not stop to the very end—it was as if an enormous motor had been placed under the very foundation of my body， which was so light that the walls， partitions， cables， beams， lights— everything was quivering....
I did not yet know whether she was there. But I had no time...They were calling me： quick！ To the commander"s bridge； time to go...where？
Gray， rayless faces. Below in the water—tense blue veins. Heavy， cast-iron patches of sky. It was so difficult to lift my cast-iron hand and take up the receiver of the commander"s telephone！..."Up！ Forty—five degrees！"
A heavy explosion—a jerk—a rabid， greenish-white mountain of water aft—the deck beneath my feet began to move， soft as rubber； and everything below， my whole life， forever...For a second， falling deeper and deeper into a sort of funnel， becoming more and more compressed—the icy-blue relief map of the City， the round bubbles of cupolas， the lonely leaden finger of the Accumulating Tower...Then， instantaneously， a cotton curtain of cloud...We pierced it， and there was the sun and the blue sky！ Seconds， minutes， miles—the blue was hardening， fast filling with darkness； like drops of cold， silver sweat the stars appeared....
A sad， unbearably bright， black， starry， sunny night As if one had become deaf， one still saw that the pipes were roaring， but one only saw； dead silence all about. The sun was mute. It was natural， of course. One might have expected it； we were beyond the terrestrial atmosphere. The transition was so quick， so sudden， that everyone became timid and silent. Yet I...I thought I felt easier under that fantastic， mute sun. I had bounded over the inevitable border， having left my body somewhere there below， and I was soaring bodiless to a new world， where everything was to be different， upside down.
"Keep the same course！" I shouted into the engine room， or perhaps it was not I but a phonograph in me， and the same machine that I was， with a mechanical， hinge-like movement， handed the commander"s trumpet to the Second Builder. Permeated by that most delicate， molecular quiver known only to me， I ran down the companionway， to seek...
The door of the saloon....An hour later it was to latch and lock itself....At the door stood an unfamiliar Number. He was small， with a face like a hundred or a thousand others which are usually lost in a crowd， but his arms were exceptionally long—they reached down to his knees， as if they had been taken by mistake from another set of human organs and fastened to his shoulders.
The long arm stretched out and barred the way.
"Where do you want to go？"
It was obvious that he was not aware that I knew everything. All right！ Perhaps it had to be that way. From above him， in a deliberately significant tone， I said：
"I am the Builder of the Integral， and I am directing the test flight. Do you understand？"
The arm drew away.
