To Conquer Chaos by John Brunner Read Free Book Online

and face a heatbeam.
    Then a flood of relief and anger filled her. “Jasper!” she cried. “Jasper, that’s a stupid trick to play on someone!”
    In the beam of the handlight a tall, rather fleshy youth parted his broad lips in a grin. “You wouldn’t take your hatchet to me, Nestamay, would you now?” he purred.
    “No. No. I suppose not,” Nestamay said with a sigh.
    “Come on, give me a kiss,” Jasper suggested, moving closer. “I haven’t seen you all day.”
    Somewhat reluctantly, Nestamay complied. It had been made clear to her that sooner or later she was going to have to set up a home with Jasper—there was no one else of her age-group who didn’t trespass on her genetic line too badly—and, she reasoned, she’d better get used to his attentions. But she didn’t like the prospect very much.
    When his hands crept under her sweater, she protested and pushed him away.
    “I’ve got to get up to my watch!” she said sharply.
    Jasper laughed. “Why?” he murmured. “Nobody’s going to know if you come away with me for a while instead. I’ve found a place around the other side of the Station where—”
    “Stop it!” Nestamay exclaimed, deeply shocked. “Jasper, that’s a dreadful thing to say! Skip my watch—why, that’d be unforgivable!”
    “I’d forgive you,” Jasper grinned. “And nobody else would have to know.”
    “I’ll tell my grandfather!”
    “Him!”Jasper curled his lip. “He’s a pig-headed fool, and you ought to know by this time. Driving everyone to waste time ‘on watch’, as he calls it—slaving over foolishnesses in the Station all day instead of something constructive like making more food or pulling bits out of the Station and improving the huts.”
    “But it has to be done!” Nestamay objected.
    “Does it? Who says so? Your grandfather and a few other addlepated old folk! I don’t think he believes these stories he feeds us—I think he just uses them to maintain his position over the rest of the people. If he really believes what he says about walking to other and better worlds, why doesn’t he try it himself—on solid ground instead of through some hole in the Station full of horrible things? ”
    White-lipped, Nestamay forced words between her teeth. “My father did try, Jasper! You know perfectly well!”
    “And was never heard of again,” Jasper said. “So much for your grandfather and his tales.”
    Almost blinded by rage, Nestamay might have taken the hatchet to him in the next few seconds, but that the night was riven apart by a rising wail from the Station. Jasper whirled.
    “Now look what’s happened because you held me up!” Nestamay shrieked, and fled towards the source of the noise. Behind her, the doors of the huts opened and men and able-bodied young women came running out, bearing handlights and weapons. Some of them had been resting after their daytime stint of work in the Station, and hadn’t bothered to put on their clothes.
    Once it would have been possible to head straight into the Station and reach the room—Grandfather called it the “watch office”—where someone always waited during the night for the automatic alarms to indicate the arrival of a thing. Long ago, however, the direct passageways had become choked with vegetation, and some had caved in, while others held poisonous thorns and grasping plant-tentacles. Nestamay had to use a roundabout route, up twisted stairways and along rickety catwalks, to arrive at her destination.
    Panting, she flung open the office door. There was no one here; day watches were kept by members of the working parties, and they would have knocked off no later than sunset, half an hour ago. She almost fell into the chair, frantically scanning the detector dials. Half of them were cracked and useless, but some were functioning.
    And, by a miracle which would conceal her lateness, those dials provided her with the information she needed.
    “Nestamay!” her grandfather’s acid voice