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The Leech
by
O’Donnell didn’t bother to understand. He turned to the operator.
“Turn it,” he said.
They all hovered over the radar screen, waiting.
* * * * *
The food turned out of the leech’s path and streaked away. Ahead was a tremendous source, but still a long way off. The leech hesitated.
Its cells, recklessly expending energy, shouted for a decision. The food slowed, tantalizingly near.
The closer source or the greater?
The leech’s body wanted food now.
It started after it, away from the Sun.
The Sun would come next.
* * * * *
“Pull it out at right angles to the plane of the Solar System,” Allenson said.
The operator touched the controls. On the radar screen, they saw a blob pursuing a dot. It had turned.
Relief washed over them. It had been close!
“In what portion of the sky would the leech be?” O’Donnell asked, his face expressionless.
“Come outside; I believe I can show you,” an astronomer said. They walked to the door. “Somewhere in that section,” the astronomer said, pointing.
“Fine. All right, Soldier,” O’Donnell told the operator. “Carry out your orders.”
The scientists gasped in unison. The operator manipulated the controls and the blob began to overtake the dot. Micheals started across the room.
“Stop,” the general said, and his strong, commanding voice stopped Micheals. “I know what I’m doing. I had that ship especially built.”
The blob overtook the dot on the radar screen.
“I told you this was a personal matter,” O’Donnell said. “I swore to destroy that leech. We can never have any security while it lives.” He smiled. “Shall we look at the sky?”
The general strolled to the door, followed by the scientists.
“Push the button, Soldier!”
The operator did. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the sky lit up!
A bright star hung in space. Its brilliance filled the night, grew, and started to fade.
“What did you do?” Micheals gasped.
“That rocket was built around a hydrogen bomb,” O’Donnell said, his strong face triumphant. “I set it off at the contact moment.” He called to the operator again. “Is there anything showing on the radar?”
“Not a speck, sir.”
“Men,” the general said, “I have met the enemy and he is mine. Let’s have some more champagne.”
But Micheals found that he was suddenly ill.
* * * * *
It had been shrinking from the expenditure of energy, when the great explosion came. No thought of containing it. The leech’s cells held for the barest fraction of a second, and then spontaneously overloaded.
The leech was smashed, broken up, destroyed. It was split into a thousand particles, and the particles were split a million times more.
The particles were thrown out on the wave front of the explosion, and they split further, spontaneously.
Into spores.
The spores closed into dry, hard, seemingly lifeless specks of dust, billions of them, scattered, drifting. Unconscious, they floated in the emptiness of space.
Billions of them, waiting to be fed.
–PHILLIPS BARBEE