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TRIO
A Fable of Futurity
by Winston F. Marks
(from
Science Fiction Quarterly,
Vol.3, #2, August 1954)
THE COCKROACH
was the first to break the telepathic silence which is the rule among lowcaste
insects of different species.
Being of a gregorious," nature, the roach had suffered most these long months of silent durance. It was,
therefore, quite natural that he should be the first to lose his reticence. He cocked an antenna to left and
to right at the adjacent, copper-mesh cages and beamed, "You spider, you ant, I propose a parley."
The black widow pulsed her belly with its brilliant, red-orange figure eight, and said nothing. The ant
looked the other way but responded delicately, "To what purpose? I do not condone idle chit-chat --
and you realize this is verbal miscegenation."
The roach, frankly, having no purpose other than to pass the time of day and dispel the unutterable
boredom of the dreary laboratory, felt properly repulsed for his breach of etiquette and fell silent. If this
were only a restaurant, or even one of the untidier human homes, he could long since have called up
some company of his own species; but it was his luck to be captive in this ludicrously sterile chamber of
test-tubes and microscopes.
Strangely, the ant followed up its rebuff with a further remark, still quite formal, but containing a note of
practical curiosity. "If you have a plan to escape, then we might be justified in holding such a council. This
inactivity is extremely trying."
"It's the loneliness that gets me," the roach said, hoping he had something going.
"I'm not in the least interested in what gets you," the ant informed him impatiently. "Do you have a plan for
escape? Put up or shut up!"
The spider broke radio silence for the first time. "Nuts!" she said. "You've never had it so good! All we
want to eat, nothing to do but sleep, no natural enemies--"
"No enemies?" the roach broke in. "Are you crazy, lady? What do you call this joker in the long white
coat? Maybe you enjoy having that needle sunk into you twice a day, but I don't. And look what he's
done to us. What good is a roach two feet high and six feet long?"
The ant said, "We could simplify that by asking ‘what good is a roach, period,’ but that won't get us
anywhere. I agree that the human is our enemy."
"Nuts again," said the spider. "I'm not going to bite the hand that feeds me. Those little needle jabs don't
bother a bit; in my game you get used to being stung. As long as he keeps up the supply of rats and
rabbits he can sting me often as he likes."
The ant rubbed its antenna. "I have news for you that you might find distressing; the experiment is almost
over . In a few days we are to be killed and and pickled in a vat of formaldehyde. No more horsemeat,
rabbits and honey for us."
"If we are dead," the spider pointed out logically, "then we won’t miss them. Until then, eat, drink and
shut up! I want to sleep."
The roach, too, scoffed at the dismal prediction. "How did you figure out this formaldehyde business?
You must have been letting your honeyration ferment."
THERE WAS a considerable silence, then the ant admitted reluctantly, "I've been probing the
human's mind."
"What?" exclaimed the spider.
"What?" ejaculated the roach." And you were reluctant to communicate with a fellow insect! Of all the
hypocritical . . . "
"I-I don't expect you to understand," the ant replied, "but, I couldn't stand being cooped up with nothing
to do; so I have busied myself studying the human culture. It was, I will grant, a most corrupting
experience; you have no idea what wickedness they..."
"I don’t want to hear about it," said. the spider.
"I have never pretended to understand an ant's behaviour," the cockroach said, "but you can't excuse this
perversion on grounds of your sacred industry. I've never heard anything so -- so irregular."
The ant bristled under the opprobrium. "Either you lie, or you are entirely without race memory. The
annual Council of Ten Thousand specifically appoints members of strategic species to keep mental
contact with the human race. As you should very well know, we are destined to rule the earth; how else
can we know when the time is ripe to attack these brutal monsters if we do not maintain contact?"
"Are you one of the appointed?" the roach demanded.
"No . . . but under the circumstances, my nature demands that I be useful; so I made the sacrifice. You,
spider, should understand -- even if the roach doesn't -- since the majority of watchers appointed are
spiders."
The black widow spoke from a half torpor. "Only because house-spiders are in the most strategic
position to observe -- not because we relish the job."
"I quite anticipated your slothful attitudes," the ant said scornfully. "I have top priority information that
belongs in the hands of the Council of Ten thousand; but I knew better than to broach the subject to a
couple of belly-conscious, self-centered idiots like you two."
The gossip-loving roach sensed that the conversation, loathsome as it had been, was sinking into a
morass of disagreement. "Tell us about it," he said.
"Unless you have a practical plan for escape, there is no point," the ant snapped.
"Come on," the roach wheedled, if there is reason enough, perhaps we can dream up a plan; eh, spider?"
There was no reply from the black widow; she drowsed in a corner, having lost all interest.
UNDER THE roach's persistent pleading, the ant finally broke down. "The information I have will
change history," it began, "if we can convey it to the proper authorities; it concerns this experiment.
"The greatest handicaps we insects suffer is our small size. We are infinitely better organized than the
human race, and we can outbreed them a billion to one; but they hold the power inherent in their greater
size."
"Nonsense," the roach argued. "Look at the elephant, the horse, and a dozen other larger creatures! Man
pushes them around worse than he does us; we are only nuisances to him."
"Oh. I'll grant you that his opposing thumb and perverted brain are formidable advantages," the ant
conceded. "We know now that we should have attacked centuries ago, before man developed his
present science. I'll even admit that we might never have developed such a science if we were the
dominant class. But here's my point: Now that the science does exist, we can grasp it; the only obstacle
before us is our tiny size."
"Of what survival-value is science to an insect?" the roach derided.
The ant peered through the coarse mesh at him. "You are incredibly stupid, even for a cockroach. Look
at yourself, six feet long; look at me almost four feet; and the widow, here -- no number of pink-faced
humans could subdue her without weapons."
The roach assented, "That's for sure; but the humans do have weapons."
"And so will we," the ant pointed out, "if we break out of here with the ìnformation of how to force this
remarkable growth with these glandular injections."
"You have that information?"
"Of course; it is in the mind of this scientist who keeps us captive. We are large enough to handle the
hypodermics, and I have the formulae memorized so we can extract our own glandular juices. The
principal ingredient is pituitary substance, and we have the whole insect and animal world to draw on.
Once we have a few dozen of our species developed into useful size, the process will mount at a
geometic rate; in a year we can be ready to attack!"
THE PLAN sounded uncomfortably logical to the roach. Being of a non-militant nature he hedged
philosophically. "What moral basis do we have for such an attack on the human race?"
The ant reacted violently to the defensive question. "The human race is the most immoral in the whole
animal world. They are lustful, greedy, vicious -- they kill wantonly, even their own kind. Killing for food
is understandable, but they kill animals for pleasure -- they call this sport. They kill insects out of sheer
annoyance -- and they murder each other wholesale, out of nationalistic pride -- they call this war.
"You see, the laws of civilization can't be applied here; morality as we know it doesn't exist in the minds
of men."
"But," the roach objected, "if we slaughter men, aren't we forsaking our own standards of morality and
reducing ourselves to their level? This smacks of expediency, and justifying brutal means to a desirable
end."
"It is a matter of survival," the ant explained patiently. "Wan is becoming more and more intolerant of the
insect population; some day he may take steps to eradicate us entirely."
The roach was impressed. "The dirty parasite!" he muttered; "He's a scourge on the face of the earth!"
"That's the spirit," the ant cried. "Now -- how are we going to break out of here?"
That was the puzzler. "I could tear open this flimsy screen easily," the roach said, "if it didn't paralyze me
each time I touched it."
"That's electricity," the ant said. It explained the new concept in some detail to the roach, drawing on its
exhaustive store of knowledge gained from the scientist's brain.
"It's the same force that the man carries in that prod he threatens us with, when he comes to stick the
needles into us. The only time he turns off the power to the outside screen is when he holds the prod,
ready to stun us."
The roach thought this over. His understanding of the electrical theory was vague, but he did grasp one
important point. "You say we must be standíng on the metaIlic floor of our cages before the power will
flow through us from the cable and prod?"
"That's right," the ant said; "that way we close the circuit, and the shock stuns us."
"Then the same holds true for the walls of the cage. When we stand on the floor and touch the walls--"
"Exactly! You see," said the ant, "these scientific concepts are not too difficult to grasp, when even a
cockroach can understand them."
This rankled the roach. "If you are so superior," he demanded, "then why haven't you figured out the
obvious way to escape?"
"Obvious?"
"Of course. If we leap clear of the floor, we can touch the cage without being shocked; and once I get
hold of that silly wire, I can rip it to shreds."
It was the ant's turn to be impressed "Well, I'll be. . ."
The roach rubbed it in. "The trouble with you ants is you’re too regimented; your imagination is stunted."
"Nonsense," the ant exploded. "Without my enterprise, neither of us would have gained the insight into
electricity in the first place; but let's quit quibbling and break out of here.'
WITHOUT ado, the ant lauched itself into the air against the soft copper screening. Content to sit
back and watch, the roach observed that it wasn t even necessary to tear at the wall. The ant's mighty
lunge and considerable weight burst through the thin barrier, and it landed on all six on the rubber matting
that formed the floor of the laboratory.
"Come on," the ant said, stepping up to the roach's cage and ripping the face of it asunder with two
slashing forelegs. "We must gather up all the needles and hypodermics in the place. Those two drawers
over there. You get them while I get the pituitary extracts from this cabinet."
They worked swiftly, but when they were through there was a considerable pile of supplies in the middle
of the room. The ant looked at it doubtfully. "How are we going to carry all this?"
Once more the roach came through. "The spider," let's wake her up, and she can help."
"o yo think she'll cooperate?"
"Of course, and hurry. It's feeding time; the man will be here any minute. We must be ready to destroy
him."
Even as the roach spoke the slam of a car door outside the little concrete building announced the arrival
of their human keeper.
The ant charged at the cell and caved in the screen. Once inside it pulled impatiently at the long, sensitive
hairs on the black widow’s spindly legs. "Wake up! We’re getting out of here," the ant cried impatiently.
"What -- what's going on?" The spider awoke, trembling with excitement.
"We’ve broken loose," the ant explained. "The man is coming right now; so if you don't want to be
stunned silly, get out there and help us take care of him. Why don't you sting him.? That will be easiest."
The widow arched through ther gaping hole gingerly and looked around. "You've practically wrecked the
place. The man will be angry."
"He'll be dead if you do your part " the roach said, watching the door closely as the footsteps drew
nearer.
The ant snapped, "Quit eyeing those rabbit-cages and get behind that door. When he comes in--"
THE ROACH and the ant were side by side at the pile of supplies, so it was easy. The black widow
bellied down for an instant and leaped, landing astride the two of them. A pair of lightning jabs between
thorax and head, and she was mistress of the situation.
Moving with haste she stuffed the limp, ungainly roach back in his cage and returned for the paralyzed
ant. Although the venom had effectively reduced all physical resistance, the ant's brain sent a barrage of
invective against the spider as she jammed the ant in its cage.
The key was rattling in the door, so with one longing glance at the rabbit cages, she skittered to her own
cage and stepped back into it.
The door swung open, a horrified gasp emitted from it and it swung shut with a heavy bang. The key
turned, and footsteps retreated heavily and rapidly.
"Now see what you've done," the ant railed. "The whole human race is alerted against us; we'll never
escape."
The widow moved from her quarters again and crossed to the rabbithutch, where she selected two juicy
specimens for her dinner.
The roach, by now, had gathered its terrified wits together and was reproaching the ant. "Another tactical
blunder," he said; "if you had briefed the spider on our plan she wouldn' have fouled us up."
While the widow consumed her dinner, the roach bitterly related the wonderful plan for overthrowing the
hated human race. "If it hadn't been for your stupid actions we'd have become rulers of the world in a
few years," he concluded.
The widow discarded the second furry carcass and wiped her beak delicately on a foreleg. "My mother
was a delegate to the last Council of Ten Thousand," she said; "I assure you, your plan has no merit."
"How so?" the ant and roach cried together.
"For two splendid reasons," she replied with a bored air. "First, if it became known among insects how to
grow to such great sizes, we should be warring among ourselves shortly. With such large bodies to feed,
the world food-supply would diminish to a dangerous level; we would find ourselves in precisely the
same quandry that mankind finds himself.
"Secondly, at the last Council meeting, coordinated information indicated that man is on the verge of
destroying himself with one of his foolish gadgets -- the hydrogen and atom bomb, I think mother said.''
The roach fell silent. The ant had been a fool after all.
"But I tell you," the ant screamed with mental vibrations that ripped the ether, "if we don't escape, we will
all, three die in a vat of formaldehyde very soon!"
"So how will that harm my race?" the cockroach snarled in thorough disgust.
The black widow explained, "The ant is paying the penalty for unauthorized searching of man's mind; the
ant has contracted man's most distressing disease. It is the disease which drove mother insane."
"It is a disease of the brain," the widow said, lowering her red-orange belly to the cool, metal floor for a
nap. "They call it
fear."

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