from? How is it that I have such an unusual knowledge of Terran languages?”
He lowered the newspaper while his thoughts began to drift into his past. He
recalled that he had once been a very sick man but just what kind of illness it was
had never been explained to him by the doctors on Arkon.
“It’s a miracle that you’ve recovered at all, Hugher,” they had told him.
“Unfortunately we cannot guarantee that other brain injuries won’t show up with
the passage of time.”
At the time he had ignored the remark—which had been 58 years ago. True,
people called him Edmond Hugher, but was he in fact such a person? Often he
thought he had a recollection of his parents and brothers and sisters, yet he had
never been able to actually visualize his father and mother. Their features had
always been vague and indiscernible in his memory. Had he not had three
brothers? But he wasn’t even able to say what planet he had been born on and he
was even less certain of whether or not he had ever really had three brothers.
Everything beyond or before those 58 years was obscured by a nebulous veil.
Where was I born?—he thought. Certainly I am not Arkonide, Ekhonide,
Springer or Ara, yet I seem to have inherited something from each of those races.
But what is the root source of the other part of me?
Dr. Edmond Hugher removed his feet from the footstool and the form-chair
automatically adjusted itself to his new position. In the same moment the pressing
thoughts of his past came to an end. He was not aware that an invisible shroud had
settled over the door of memory that the word glima had momentarily opened.
Of course his thoughts still lingered in his yesterdays but now they were limited
to only the past 58 years. He saw himself working on Zalit, at first as an assistant.
Later they gave him more responsible assignments but he still remained an
assistant, never seeming to advance very much. Always they put some dim-witted
Arkonide ahead of him and his protests were of no avail. He could not fight their
system of nepotism. Realizing this, he had sought to make contact with non-
Arkonides and finally was pleased to accept the offer of a Springer clan, whereby
he could work for them as a merchant chief in one of their planetary trading
settlements.
But Arkon had put its foot down and ruined everything. They pointed out the
binding clause in his contract which stated that one Dr. Hugher had voluntarily
pledged himself to dedicate all of his labours to Arkon, on the planet Zalit. In
those days he had already developed the smile that was characteristic of him
today. With an almost disturbing affability he explained that he had forgotten
about that part of the agreement and so he returned as industriously as before to
his activities on Zalit.
And then one day in his living quarters he was astounded to encounter his own
smiling likeness standing before him. At first he could not believe his eyes and his
natural reaction was to take hold of his second self and examine him from all
sides. He finally had to admit that this robotic imitation of him was complete in
every detail.