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IV—IV.

  For a long time he stared at the plate. Fourth Variety. Not the Second. They had been wrong. There were more types. Not just three. Many more, perhaps. At least four. And Klaus wasn’t the Second Variety.

  But if Klaus wasn’t the Second Variety—

  Suddenly he tensed. Something was coming, walking through the ash beyond the hill. What was it? He strained to see. Figures. Figures coming slowly along, making their way through the ash.

  Coming toward him.

  Hendricks crouched quickly, raising his gun. Sweat dripped down into his eyes. He fought down rising panic, as the figures neared.

  The first was a David. The David saw him and increased its pace. The others hurried behind it. A second David. A third. Three Davids, all alike, coming toward him silently, without expression, their thin legs rising and falling. Clutching their teddy bears.

  He aimed and fired. The first two Davids dissolved into particles. The third came on. And the figure behind it. Climbing silently toward him across the gray ash. A Wounded Soldier, towering over the David. And—

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  And behind the Wounded Soldier came two Tassos, walking side by side. Heavy belt, Russian army pants, shirt, long hair. The familiar figure, as he had seen her only a little while before. Sitting in the pressure seat of the ship. Two slim, silent figures, both identical.

  They were very near. The David bent down suddenly, dropping its teddy bear. The bear raced across the ground. Automatically, Hendricks’ fingers tightened around the trigger. The bear was gone, dissolved into mist. The two Tasso Types moved on, expressionless, walking side by side, through the gray ash.

  When they were almost to him, Hendricks raised the pistol waist high and fired.

  The two Tassos dissolved. But already a new group was starting up the rise, five or six Tassos, all identical, a line of them coming rapidly toward him.

  And he had given her the ship and the signal code. Because of him she was on her way to the moon, to the Moon Base. He had made it possible.

  He had been right about the bomb, after all. It had been designed with knowledge of the other types, the David Type and the Wounded Soldier Type. And the Klaus Type. Not designed by human beings. It had been designed by one of the underground factories, apart from all human contact.

  The line of Tassos came up to him. Hendricks braced himself, watching them calmly. The familiar face, the belt, the heavy shirt, the bomb carefully in place.

  The bomb—

  As the Tassos reached for him, a last ironic thought drifted through Hendricks’ mind. He felt a little better, thinking about it. The bomb. Made by the Second Variety to destroy the other varieties. Made for that end alone.

  They were already beginning to design weapons to use against each other.

  About the Author

  Philip K Dick (December 16, 1928 – March 2, 1982) was an American novelist whose published work was almost entirely in the Science Fiction genre. Dick wrote over 44 novels and 120 short stories. Some of his work has been adapted into popular movies, such as Blade Runner, Total Recall, A Scanner Darkly and the Minority Report. He earned a Hugo award for a best novel in 1963. He was first science fiction writer to be included in the Library of American series.

  Editors note

  In the original publication of this work, illustrations 1 and 2 connected together at the start of the books, and illustration three was in the middle of the book. I felt that the illustration 2 at the start of the book gave away part of the plot of the book, so I moved it to later in the story, the same with illustration 3. The moves were made to make the illustrations and the plat fit better together.

  Amelia St. John