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That thought jolted Lem； and suddenly he pitied the beast as he had pitied it that day he had watched it municating by crude sign language with Yarbeck； the day it had said that it wanted to tear its own eyes out so it would never have to look at itself again。
Bockner moved the beam of his own flashlight and focused it on twenty candy wrappers。 Apparently； The Outsider had stolen a couple family packs of candy somewhere along the way。 The strange thing was that the wrappers were not crumpled but were smoothed out and laid flat on the floor along the back wall…ten from Reese's peanut butter cups and ten from Clark Bars。 Perhaps The Outsider liked the bright colors of the wrappers。 Or perhaps it kept them to remind itself of the pleasure that the candy had given it because； Once those treats were gone； there was not much other pleasure to be had in the hard life to which it had been driven
In the farthest corner from the bed； deep in shadows； was a pile of bones。 The bones of small animals。 Once the candy was eaten； The Outsider had been forced to hunt in order to feed itself。 And without the means to light a
fire； it had fed savagely on raw meat。 Perhaps it kept the bones in the cave because it was afraid that； by disposing of them outside； it would be leaving clues to its whereabouts。 By storing them in the darkest； farthest corner of its haven； it seemed to have a civilized sense of neatness and order； but to Lem it also seemed as if The Outsider had hidden the bones in the shadows because it was ashamed of its own savagery。
Most pathetically of all； a peculiar group of items was stored in a niche in the wall above the grassy bed。 No； Lem decided； not just stored。 The items were carefully arranged； as if for display； the way an aficionado of art glass or ceramics or Mayan pottery might display a valuable collection。 There was a round stained…glass bauble of the sort that people hung from their patio covers to sparkle in the sun； it was about four inches in diameter； and it portrayed a blue flower against a pale…yellow background。 Beside that bauble was a bright copper pot that had probably once contained a plant on the same…or another…patio。 Next to the pot were two things that surely had been taken from inside a house； perhaps from the same place where The Outsider had stolen the candy： first； a fine porcelain study of a pair of red…feathered cardinals sitting on a branch； every detail exquisitely crafted； second； a crystal paperweight。 Apparently； even within the alien breast of Yarbeck's monstrosity； there was an appreciation of beauty and a desire to live not as an animal but as a thinking being in an ambience at least lightly touched by civilization。
Lem felt sick at heart as he considered the lonely； tortured； self…hating； inhuman yet self…aware creature that Yarbeck had brought into the world。
Last of all； the niche above the grass bed held a ten…inch…high figure of Mickey Mouse that was also a coin bank。
Lem's pity swelled because he knew why the bank had appealed to The Outsider。 At Banodyne； there had been experiments to determine the depth and nature of the dog's and The Outsider's intelligence； to discover how close their perceptions were to those of a human being。 One of the experiments had been designed to probe their ability to differentiate between fantasy and reality。 On several occasions； the dog and The Outsider had separately been shown a videotape that had been assembled from film clips of all kinds： bite of old John Wayne movies； footage from George Lucas's Star Wars； news films； scenes from a wide variety of documentaries…and old Mickey Mouse； cartoons。 The reactions of the dog and The Outsider were filmed and； later； they were quizzed to see it they understood which segments of the videotape were of real events and which were flights of the imagination。 Both creatures had gradually learned to identify fantasy when they saw it； but； strangely； the one fantasy they most wanted to believe in； the fantasy they clung to the longest； was Mickey Mouse。 They were enthralled by Mickey's adventures with his cartoon friends。 After escaping Banodyne； The Outsider had some how e across this coin bank and had wanted it badly because the poor damn thing was reminded of the only real pleasure it had ever known while in the lab。
In the beam of Deputy Bockner's flashlight； something on the shelf glinted。 It was lying nearly flat beside the coin bank； and they almost overlooked it。 Cliff stepped onto the grass bed and plucked the gleaming object Out of the wall niche： a three…inch…by…four…inch triangular fragment of a mirror。
The Outsider huddled here； Lem thought； trying to take heart from its meager treasures； trying to make as much of a home for itself as was possible。 Once in a while it picked up this jagged shard from a mirror and stared at itself； perhaps searching hopefully for an aspect of its countenance that was not ugly； perhaps trying to e to terms with what it was。 And failing。 Surely failing。
〃Dear God；〃 Cliff Soames said quietly； for the same thoughts had apparently passed through his mind。 〃The poor miserable bastard。〃
The Outsider had possessed one additional item： a copy of People magazine。 Robert Redford was on the cover。 With a claw； sharp stone； or some other instrument； The Outsider had cut out Redford's eyes。
The magazine was rumpled and tattered； as if it had been paged through a hundred times； and now Deputy Bockner handed it to them and suggested they page through it once more。 On doing so； Lem saw that the eyes of every person pictured in the issue had been either scratched； cut； or crudely torn out。
The thoroughness of this symbolic mutilation…not one image in the magazine had been spared…was chilling。
The Outsider was pathetic； yes； and it was to be pitied。
But it was also to be feared。
Five victims…some gutted； some decapitated。
The innocent dead must not be forgotten； not for a moment。 Neither an affection for Mickey Mouse nor a love of beauty could excuse such slaughter。
But Jesus 。
The creature had been given sufficient intelligence to grasp the importance and the benefits of civilization； to long for acceptance and a meaningful existence。 Yet a fierce lust for violence； a killing instinct second to none in nature； was also engineered into it because it was meant to be a smart killer on a long invisible leash； a living machine of war。 No matter how long it existed in peaceful solitude in its canyon cave； no matter how many days or weeks it resisted its own violent urges； it could not change what it was。 The pressure would build within it until it could no longer contain itself； until the slaughter of small animals would not provide enough psychological relief； and then it would seek larger and more interesting prey。 It might damn itself for its savagery； might long to remake itself into a creature that could exist in harmony with the rest of the world； but it was powerless to change what it Was。 Only hours ago； Lem had pondered how difficult it was for him to bee a different man from the one his father had raised； how hard it was for any man to change what life had made him； but at least it was possible if one had the determination； w