Who Goes There by John W. Campbell Page A

Connant sobbed, “six days in there – wondering if that damned test would lie – “
    Garry moved over silently, and slipped his arm across the physicist’s back.
    “It couldn’t tie,” Dr. Copper said, “The dog was human-immune – and the serum reacted.”
    “He’s – all right?” Norris gasped. “TThen – the animal is dead – dead forever?”
    “He is human,” Copper spoke definitely,” and the animal is dead.”
    Kinner burst out laughing, laughing hysterically: McReady turned toward him and slapped his face with a methodical one-two, one-two action. The cook laughed, gulped, cried a moment, and sat up rubbing his checks, mumbling his thanks vaguely. “I was scared. Lord, I was scared-”
    Norris laughed bitterly. “You think we weren’t, you ape? You think maybe Connant wasn’t?”
    The Ad Building stirred with a sudden rejuvenation. Voices laughed, the men clustering around Connant spoke with unnecessarily loud voices, jittery, nervous voices relievedly friendly again. Somebody called out a suggestion, and a dozen started for their skis. Blair. Blair might recover – Dr. Copper fussed with his test-tubes in nervous relief, trying solutions. The party of relief for Blair’s shack started out the door, skis clapping noisily. Down the corridor, the dogs set up a quick yelping howl as the air of excited relief reached them.
    Dr. Copper fussed with his tubes. McReady noticed him first, sitting on the edge of the bunk, with two precipitin-whitened test-tubes of straw-colored fluid, his face whiter than the stuff in the tubes, silent tears slipping down from horror-widened eyes.
    McReady felt a cold knife of fear pierce through his heart and freeze in his breast. Dr. Copper looked up.
    “Garry,” he called hoarsely. “Garry, for God’s sake, come here.”
    Commander Garry walked toward him sharply. Silence clapped down on the Ad Building. Connant looked up, rose stiffly from his seat.
    “Garry – tissue from the monster – precipitates too. It proves nothing. Nothing but – but the dog was monster-immune too. That one of the two contributing blood – one of us two, you and I, Garry -
one of us is a monster
.”
     

Chapter 9
    Bar, call back those men before they tell Blair,” McReady said quietly. Blair went to the door; faintly his shouts came back to the tensely silent men in the room. Then he was back.
    “They’re coming,” he said. “I didn’t tell them why. Just that Dr. Copper said not to go.”
    “McReady,” Garry sighed, “you’re in command now. May God help you. I cannot.”
    The bronzed giant nodded slowly, his deep eyes on Commander Garry.
    “I may be the one,” Garry added. “I know I’m not, but I cannot prove it to you in any way. Dr. Copper’s test has broken down. The fact that he showed it was useless, when it was to the advantage of the monster to have that uselessness not known, would seem to prove he was human.”
    Copper rocked back and forth slowly on the bunk. “I know I’m human. I can’t prove it either. One of us two is a liar, for that test cannot lie, and it says one of us is. I gave proof that the test was wrong, which seems to prove I’m human, and now Garry has given that argument which proves me human – which he, as the monster, should not do. Round and round and round and round and – “
    Dr. Copper’s head, then his neck and shoulders began circling slowly in time to the words. Suddenly he was lying back on the bunk, roaring with laughter. ‘It doesn’t have to prove one of us is a monster! It doesn’t have to prove that at all! Ho-ho. If we’re
all
monsters it works the same! We’re all monsters – all of us – Connant and Garry and I – and all of you.”
    “McReady,” Van Wall, the blond-bearded Chief Pilot, called softly. “you were on the way to an M.D. when you took up meteorology, weren’t you? Can you make some kind of test?”
    McReady went over to Copper slowly, took the hypodermic from his hand, and washed it