Gene Wolfe - The Other Dead Man

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THE OTHER DEAD MAN
Gene Wolfe
Reis surveyed the hull without hope and without despair, having worn out both. They had been hit hard.
Some port-side plates of Section Three lay peeled back like the black skin of a graphite-fiber banana;
Three, Four, and Five were holed in a dozen places. Reis marked the first on the comp slate so that
Centcomp would know, rotated the ship’s image and ran the rat around the port side of Section Three to
show that.
REPORT ALL DAMAGE, Centcomp instructed him.
He wrote quickly with the rattail: Rog.
REPORT ALL DAMAGE, flashed again and vanished. Reis shrugged philosophically, rotated the image
back, and charted another hole.
The third hole was larger than either of the first two. He jetted around to look at it more closely.
Back in the airlock, he took off his helmet and skinned out of his suit. By the time Jan opened the inner
hatch, he had the suit folded around his arm.
“Bad, huh?” Jan said.
Reis shook his head. “Not so bad. How’s Hap?”
Jan turned away.
“How’s Dawson doing with the med pod?”
“I don’t know,” Jan said, “He hasn’t told us anything.”
He followed her along the spiracle. Paula was bent over Hap, and Dawson was bent over Paula, a hand
on her shoulder. Both looked up when he and Jan came in. Dawson asked, “Anybody left downship?”
Reis shook his head.
“I didn’t think so, but you never know.”
“They’d have had to be in suits,” Reis said. “Nobody was.”
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea for us to stay suited up.”
Reis said nothing, studying Hap. Hap’s face was a pale, greenish-yellow, beaded with sweat; it reminded
Reis of an unripe banana, just washed under the tap. So this is banana day, he thought.
“Not all of the time,” Dawson said. “But most of the time.”
“Sure,” Reis told him. “Go ahead.”
“All of us.”
Hap’s breathing was so shallow that he seemed not to breathe at all.
“You won’t order it?”
“No,” Reis told Dawson, “I won’t order it.” After a moment he added, “And I won’t do it myself, unless
I feel like it. You can do what you want.”
Paula wiped Hap’s face with a damp washcloth. It occurred to Reis that the droplets he had taken for
perspiration might be no more than water from the cloth, that Hap might not really be breathing.
Awkwardly, he felt for Hap’s pulse.
Paula said, “You’re the senior officer now, Reis.”
He shook his head. “As long as Hap’s alive, he’s senior officer. How’d you do with the med pod, Mr.
Dawson?”
“You want a detailed report? Oxygen’s—”
“No, if I wanted details, I could get them from Centcomp. Overall.”
Dawson rolled his eyes. “Most of the physical stuff he’ll need is there; I had to fix a couple things, and
they’re fixed. The med subroutines look okay, but I don’t know. Centcomp lost a lot of core.”
Paula asked, “Can’t you run tests, Sid?”
“I’ve run them. As I said, they look all right. But it’s simple stuff.” Dawson turned back to Reis. “Do we
put him in the pod? You are the senior officer fit for duty.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Reis said. “Yes, we put him in, Mr. Dawson; it’s his only chance.”
Jan was looking at him with something indefinable in her eyes. “If we’re going to die anyway—”
“We’re not, Mr. van Joure. We should be able to patch up at least two engines, maybe three, borrowing
parts from the rest. The hit took a lot of momentum off us, and in a week or so we should be able to
shake most of what’s left. As soon as Ecomp sees that we’re still alive and kicking, it’ll authorize rescue.”
Reis hoped he had made that part sound a great deal more certain than he felt. “So our best chance is to
head back in toward the Sun and meet it part way—that should be obvious. Now let’s get Hap into that
pod before he dies. Snap to it, everybody!”
Dawson found an opportunity to take Reis aside. “You were right—if we’re going to get her going again,
we can’t spare anybody for nursing, no matter what happens. Want me to work on the long-wave?” Reis
shook his head. Engines first, long-wave afterward, if at all. There would be plenty of time to send
messages when the ship lived again. And until it did, he doubted whether any message would do much
good.
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Lying in his sleep pod, Reis listened to the slow wheeze of air through the vent. The ship breathed again,
they’d done that much. Could it have been admiration, that look of Jan’s? He pushed the thought aside,
telling himself he had been imagining things. But still?
His mind teetered on the lip of sleep, unable to tumble over.
The ship breathed; it was only one feeble engine running at half force with a doubtful tube, and yet it was
something; they could use power tools again—the welder—and the ship breathed.
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His foot slipped on an oil spill, and he woke with a start. That had happened years back while they were
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