Philip K Dick - The Gameplayers of Titan

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PHILIP K. DICK
THE GAME-PLAYERS
OF TITAN
2
Version 1.3
Proofed by FRENCHIE
February 2002
3
I
IT HAD BEEN a bad night, and when he tried to drive home he had a terrible argument with his
car.
"Mr. Garden, you are in no condition to drive. Please use the auto-auto mech and recline in the
rear seat."
Pete Garden sat at the steering tiller and said as distinctly as he could manage, "Look, I can drive.
One drink, in fact several make you more alert. So stop fooling around." He punched the starter
button, but nothing happened. "Start, darn it!"
The auto-auto said, "You have not inserted the key."
"Okay," he said, feeling humiliated. Maybe the car was right. Resignedly, he inserted the key. The
engine started up but the controls were still dead. The Rushmore Effect was still taking place inside
the hood, he knew; it was a losing argument. "All right, I'll let you drive," he said with as much dignity
as possible. "Since you're so eager. You'll probably louse it all up anyhow, like you always do when
I'm—not feeling well."
He crawled into the back seat, threw himself down, as the car lifted from the pavement and
skimmed through the night sky, its signal lights blinking. God, he felt bad. His head was killing him.
His thoughts turned, as always, back to The Game.
Why had it gone so badly? Silvanus Angst was responsible. That clown, his brother-in-law or
rather former brother-in-law. That's right, Pete said to himself; I have to remember. I'm not married
to Freya any more. Freya and I lost and so our marriage was dissolved and we're starting over again
with Freya married to Clem Gaines and I'm not married to anybody yet because I haven't managed
to roll a three, yet.
I'll roll a three tomorrow, he told himself. And when I do, they'll have to import a wife for me; I've
used them all up in the group.
His car hummed on, finding its way above the deserted midsection of California, the desolate
lands of abandoned towns.
"Did you know that?" he asked his car. "That I've been married to every woman in the group
now? And I haven't had any luck, yet, so it must be me. Right?"
The car said, "It's you."
"Even if it were me, it wouldn't be my fault; it's the Red Chinese. I hate them." He lay supine,
staring up at the stars through the transparent dome of the car. "I love you, though; I've had you for
years. You're never going to wear out." He felt tears rise up in his eyes. "Is that right?"
"It depends on the preventative maintenance you faithfully follow."
"I wonder what kind of woman they'll import for me."
"I wonder," the car echoed.
What other group was his group—Pretty Blue Fox—in closest contact with? Probably Straw
Man Special, which met in Las Vegas and represented Bindmen from Nevada, Utah and Idaho.
Shutting his eyes, he tried to remember what the women of Straw Man Special looked like.
When I get home to my apartment in Berkeley, Pete said to himself, I'll—and then he
remembered something dreadful.
He could not go home to Berkeley. Because he had lost Berkeley in The Game, tonight. Walt
Remington had won it from him by calling his bluff on square thirty-six. That was what had made it
such a bad night.
4
"Change course," he said hoarsely to the auto-auto circuit. He still held title deed to most of Marin
County; he could stay there. "We'll go to San Rafael," he said, sitting up and rubbing his forehead,
groggily.
A male voice said, "Mrs. Gaines?"
Freya, combing her short blonde hair before the mirror, did not look around; absorbed, she
thought, It sounds like that awful Bill Calumine.
"Do you want a ride home?" the voice asked, and then Freya realized that it was her new
husband, Clem Gaines. "You are going home, aren't you?" Clem Gaines, large and overstuffed, with
blue eyes, she thought, like broken glass that had been glued there, and glued slightly awry, strolled
across the Game room toward her. It pleased him, obviously, to be married to her.
It won't be for long, Freya thought. Unless, she thought suddenly, we have luck.
She continued brushing her hair, paying no attention to him. For a woman one hundred and forty
years old, she decided critically, I look all right. But I can't take responsibility for it . . . none of us
can.
They were preserved, all of them, by the absence of something, rather than the presence; in each
of them the Hynes Gland had been removed at maturity and so for them the aging process was now
imperceptible.
"I like you, Freya," Clem said. "You're a refreshing person; you make it obvious you don't like
me." He did not seem bothered; oafs like Clem Gaines never were. "Let's go somewhere, Freya, and
find out right away if luckwise you and I—" He broke off, because a vug had come into the room.
Jean Blau, putting on her coat, groaned, "Look, it wants to be friendly. They always do." She
backed away from it.
Her husband, Jack Blau,, looked about for the group's vug-stick. "I'll poke it a couple of times
and it'll go away," he said.
"No," Freya protested. "It's not doing any harm."
"She's right," Silvanus Angst said; he was at the sideboard, preparing himself a last drink. "Just
pour a little salt on it." He giggled.
The vug seemed to have singled out Clem Gaines. It likes you, Freya thought. Maybe you can go
somewhere with it, instead of me.
But that was not fair to Clem, because none of them consorted with their former adversaries; it
was just not done, despite the efforts by the Titanians to heal the old rift of wartime dislike. They
were a silicon-based life form, rather than carbon-based; their cycle was slow, and involved methane
rather than oxygen as the metabolic catalyst. And they were bisexual . . . which was a rather non-B
system indeed.
"Poke it," Bill Calumine said to Jack Blau.
With the vug-stick, Jack prodded the jelly-like cytoplasm of the vug. "Go home," he told it
sharply. He grinned at Bill Calumine. "Maybe we can have some fun with it. Let's try to draw it into
conversation. Hey, vuggy. You like make talk-talk?"
At once, eagerly, the Titanian's thoughts came to them, addressed to all the humans in the
condominium apartment. "Any pregnancies reported? If so, our medical facilities are available and
we urge you to—"
"Listen, vuggy," Bill Calumine said, "if we have any luck we'll keep it to ourselves. It's bad luck to
tell you; everybody knows that. How come you don't know that?"
"It knows it," Silvanus Angst said. "It just doesn't like to think about it."
"Well, it's time the vugs faced reality," Jack Blau said. "We don't like them and that's it. Come
on," he said to his wife. "Let's go home." Impatiently, he waved Jean toward him.
5
The various members of the group filed out of the room and down the front steps of the building
to their parked cars. Freya found herself left with the vug.
"There have been no pregnancies in our group," she told the vug, answering its question.
"Tragic," the vug thought back in response.
"But there will be," Freya said. "I know we'll have luck, soon."
"Why is your particular group so hostile to us?" the vug asked.
Freya said, "Why, we hold you responsible for our sterility; you know that." Especially our
spinner Bill Calumine does, she thought.
"But it was your military weapon," the vug protested.
"No, not ours. The Bed Chinese."
The vug did not grasp the distinction. "In any case we are doing all we can to—"
"I won't want to discuss it," Freya said. "Please."
"Let us help," the vug begged.
She said to it, "Go to hell." And left the apartment, striding down the stairs to the street and her
car.
The cold, dark night air of Carmel, California, revived her; she took a deep breath, glanced up at
the stars, smelled the freshness, the clean new scents. To her car she said, "Open the door; I want to
get in."
"Yes, Mrs. Garden," The car door swung open.
"I'm not Mrs. Garden any more; I'm Mrs. Gaines." She entered, seated herself at the manual tiller.
"Try to keep it straight."
"Yes, Mrs. Gaines." As soon as she put the key in, the motor started up.
"Has Pete Garden already left?" She scanned the gloomy street and did not see Pete's car. "I
guess he has." She felt sad. It would have been nice to sit out here under the stars, so late at night,
and chat a little. It would be as if they were still married . . . damn The Game, she thought, and its
spins. Damn luck itself, bad luck; that's all we seem to have, any more. We're a marked race.
She held her wrist watch to her ear and it said in its tiny voice, "Two-fifteen A.M., Mrs. Garden."
"Mrs. Gaines," she grated.
"Two-fifteen A.M., Mrs. Gaines."
How many people, she wondered, are alive on the face of Earth at this moment? One million?
Two million? How many groups, playing The Game? Surely no more than a few hundred thousand.
And every time there was a fatal accident, the population decreased irretrievably by one more.
Automatically, she reached into the glove compartment of the car and groped for a neatly-
wrapped strip of rabbit-paper, as it was called. She found a strip—it was the old kind, not the
new—and unwrapped it, put it between her teeth and bit.
In the glare of the dome light of the car she examined the strip of rabbit-paper. One dead rabbit,
she thought, recalling the old days (they were before her time) when a rabbit had to die for this fact in
question to be determined. The strip, in the dome light, was white, not green. She was not pregnant.
Crumpling the strip, she dropped it into the disposal chute of the car and it incinerated instantly.
Damn, she thought wretchedly. Well, what did I expect?
The car left the ground, started for her home in Los Angeles.
Too early though to tell about my luck with Clem, she realized. Obviously. That cheered her.
Another week or two and perhaps something.
Poor Pete, she thought. Hasn't even rolled a three, isn't back in The Game, really. Should I drop
by his bind in Marin County? See if he's there? But he was so stewed, so unmanageable. So bitterly
unpleasant, tonight. There is no law or rule, though, that prevents us meeting outside. The Game.
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