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be a damned good paramedic； and Nicholas O'Conner was going to be a humble man leading a self effacing existence among the needy…but the rest of them were still great or brilliant or staggeringly talented in one way or another。 The entity now recognized the need for credibility in its tale of grandeur； but it could not bring itself to significantly water down its professed acplishments。
And something else was bothering Jim： that voice。 The longer he listened to it； the more he became convinced that he had heard it before； not in this room twenty…five years ago； not within its current context at all。
The voice had to be appropriated； of course； because in its natural condition the alien almost certainly did not possess anything similar to human vocal cords； its biology would be inhuman。 The voice it was imitating； as if it were an impersonator performing in a cosmic cocktail lounge； was that of a person Jim had once known。 He could not quite identify it。
〃 August twenty…sixth。 Dubuque Iowa。 Christine and Casey Dubrovek Christine will give birth to another child who will grow up to be the greatest geneticist of the next century。 Casey will bee an exceptional school teacher who will tremendously influence the lives of her students； and who will never fail one of them to the extent that a suicide results〃 Jim felt as if he had been hit in the chest with a hammer。 That insulting accusation； directed at him and referring to Larry Kakonis； shook his remaining faith in The Friend's basic desire to do good。
Holly said； 〃Shit； that was low。〃
The entity's pettiness sickened Jim； because he wanted so badly to believe in its stated purpose and goodness。
The scintillant amber light swooped and swirled through the walls； as if The Friend was delighted by the effect of the blow it had struck。
Despair welled so high in Jim that for a moment he even dared to consider that the entity under the pond was not good at all but purely evil。
Maybe the people he had saved since May fifteenth were not destined to elevate the human condition but debase it。 Maybe Nicholas O'Conner was really going to grow up to be a serial killer。 Maybe Billy Jenkins was going to be a bomber pilot who went rogue and found a way to override all the safeguards in the system in order to drop a few nuclear weapons on a major metropolitan area； and maybe instead of being the greatest woman statesman in the history of the world； Susie Jawolski was going to be a radical activist who planted bombs in corporate boardrooms and machinegunned those with whom she disagreed。
But as he swayed precariously on the rim of that black chasm； Jim saw in memory the face of young Susie Jawolski； which had seemed to be the essence of innocence。 He could not believe that she would be anything less than a positive force in the lives of her family and neighbors。 He had done good works； therefore The Friend had done good works； whether or not it was insane； and even though it had the capacity to be cruel。
Holly addressed the entity within the wall： 〃We have more questions。〃
〃Ask them； ask them。〃 Holly glanced at her tablet； and Jim hoped she would remember to be less aggressive。 He sensed that The Friend was more unstable than at any previous point during the night。
She said； 〃Why did you choose Jim to be your instrument？〃 〃He was convenient。 〃 〃You mean because he lived on the farm？〃 〃Yes。 〃 〃Have you ever worked through anyone else the way you've been working through Jim？〃 〃No。〃
〃Not in all these ten thousand years？〃 〃Is this a trick question？ Do you think you can trick me？ Do you still not believe me when I tell you the truth？〃 Holly looked at Jim； and he shook his head； meaning that this was no time to be argumentative； that discretion was not only the better part of valor but their best hope of survival。
Then he wondered if this entity could read his mind as well as intrude into it and implant directives。 Probably not。 If it could do that； it would flare into anger now； incensed that they still thought it insane and were patronizing it。
〃I'm sorry；〃 Holly said。 〃It wasn't a trick question； not at all。
We just want to know about you。 We're fascinated by you。 If we ask questions that you find offensive； please understand that we do so unintentionally； out of ignorance。〃
The Friend did not reply。
The light pulsed more slowly through the limestone； and though Jim knew the danger of interpreting alien actions in human terms； he felt that the changed patterns and tempo of the radiance indicated The Friend was in a contemplative mood。 It was chewing over what Holly had just said； deciding whether or not she was sincere。
Finally the voice came again； more mellow than it had been in a while： 〃Ask your questions〃 Consulting her tablet again； Holly said； 〃Will you ever release Jim from this work？〃 〃Does he want to be released？〃 Holly looked at Jim inquiringly。
Considering what he had been through in the past few months； Jim was a bit surprised by his answer： 〃Not if I'm actually doing good。〃
〃You are How can you doubt it？ But regardless of whether you believe my intentions to be good or evil； I would never release you。〃 The ominous tone of that last statement mitigated the relief Jim felt at the reassurance that he had not saved the lives of future murderers and thieves。
Holly said； 〃Why have you…〃 The Friend interrupted。 〃There is one other reason that I chose Jim Ironheart for this work。 〃 〃What's that？〃 Jim asked。
〃You needed it〃 〃I did？〃 〃Purpose。〃 Jim understood。 His fear of The Friend was as great as ever； but he was moved by the implication that it had wanted to salvage him。
By giving meaning to his broken and empty life； it had redeemed him just as surely as it had saved Billy Jenkins； Susie Jawolski； and all the others； though they had been rescued from more immediate deaths than the death of the soul that had threatened Jim。 The Friend's statement seemed to reveal a capacity for pity。 And Jim knew he'd deserved pity after the suicide of Larry Kakonis； when he had spiraled into an unreasonable depression。
This passion； even if it was another lie； affected Jim more strongly than he would have expected； and a shimmer of tears came to his eyes。
Holly said； 〃Why have you waited ten thousand years to decide to use someone like Jim to shape human destinies？〃 〃I had to study the situation first collect data； analyze it； and then decide if my intervention was wise。 〃 〃It took ten thousand years to make that decision？ Why？ That's longer than recorded history。〃
No reply。
She tried the question again。
At last The Friend said； 〃I am going now〃 Then； as if it did not want them to interpret its recent display of passion as a sign of weakness； it added： if you attempt to leave； you will die〃 〃When will you be back？〃 Holly asked。
〃Do not sleep。 〃 〃We're going to have to sleep sooner or later；〃 Holly said as the amber light turned red and the room seemed to be washed in blood。
〃Do not sleep。 〃 〃It's two in the morning；〃 she said。
〃Dreams are doorways。〃 Holly flared up： 〃We can't stay awake forever； damn it！〃 The light in the limestone was snuffed out。
The Friend was gone。
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