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Roger Zelazny. Devil Car
Murdock sped across the Great Western Road Plain.
High above him the sun was a fiery yo-yo as he took the
innumerable hillocks and rises of the Plain at better than a
hundred-sixty miles an hour. He did not slow for anything, and
Jenny's hidden eyes spotted all the rocks and potholes before they
came to them, and she carefully adjusted their course, sometimes
without his even detecting the subtle movement of the steering column
beneath his hands.
Even through the dark-tinted windshield and the thick goggles he
wore, the glare from the fused Plain burnt into his eyes, so that at
times it seemed as if he were steering a very fast boat through night,
beneath a brilliant alien moon, and that he was cutting his way across
a lake of silver fire. Tall dust waves rose in his wake, hung in the
air, and after a time settled once more.
"You are wearing yourself out," said the radio, "sitting there
clutching the wheel that way, squinting ahead. Why don't you try to
get some rest? Let me fog the shields. Go to sleep and leave the
driving to me."
"No," he said, "I want it this way."
"All right," said Jenny. "I just thought I would ask."
"Thanks."
About a minute later the radio began playingit was a soft,
stringy sort of music.
"Cut that out!"
"Sorry, boss. Thought it might relax you."
"When I need relaxing, _I'll_ tell _you_."
"Check, Sam. Sorry."
The silence seemed oppressive after its brief interruption. She
was a good car, though, Murdock knew that. She was always concerned
with his welfare, and she was anxious to get on with his quest.
She was made to look like a carefree Swinger sedan: bright red,
gaudy, fast. But there were rockets under the bulges of her hood, and
two fifty-caliber muzzles lurked just out of sight in the recesses
beneath her headlamps; she wore a belt of five- and ten-second timed
grenades across her belly; and in her trunk was a spray-tank
containing a highly volatile naphthalic.
....for his Jenny was a specially designed deathcar, built for him
by the Archengineer of the Geeyem Dynasty, far to the East, and all
the cunning of that great artificer had gone into her construction.
"We'll find it this time, Jenny," he said, "and I didn't mean to snap
at you like I did."
"That's all right, Sam," said the delicate voice. "I am
programmed to understand you."
They roared on across the Great Plain and the sun fell away to the
west. All night and all day they had searched, and Murdock was tired.
The last Fuel Stop/Rest Stop Fortress seemed so long ago, so far
back...
Murdock leaned forward and his eyes closed.
The windows slowly darkened into complete opacity. The seat belt
crept higher and drew him back away from the wheel. Then the seat
gradually leaned backwards until he was reclining on a level plane.
The heater came on as the night approached, later.
The seat shook him awake, a little before five in the morning.
"Wake up, Sam! Wake up!"
"What is it?" he mumbled.
"I picked up a broadcast twenty minutes ago. There was a recent
car-raid out this way. I changed course immediately, and we are almost
there."
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"Why didn't you get me up right away?"
"You needed the sleep, and there was nothing you could do but get
tense and nervous."
"Okay, you're probably right. Tell me about the raid."
"Six vehicles, proceeding westward, were apparently ambushed by an
undetermined number of wild cars sometime last night. The Patrol
Copter was reporting it from above the scene and I listened in. All
the vehicles were stripped and drained and their brains were smashed,
and their passengers were all apparently killed too. There were no
signs of movement."
"How far is it now?"
"Another two or three minutes."
The windshields came clear once more, and Murdock stared as far
ahead through the night as the powerful lamps could cut.
"I see something," he said, after a few moments.
"This is the place," said Jenny, and she began to slow down.
They drew up beside the ravaged cars. His seat belt unstrapped
and the door sprang open on his side.
"Circle around, Jenny," he said, "and look for heat tracks. I
won't be long."
The door slammed and Jenny moved away from him. He snapped on his
pocket torch and moved toward the wrecked vehicles.
The Plain was like a sand-strewn dance floorhard and
grittybeneath his feet. There were many skid-marks, and a
spaghetti-work of tire tracks lay all about the area.
A dead man sat behind the wheel of the first car. His neck was
obviously broken. The smashed watch on his wrist said 2:24. There
were three personstwo women and a young manlying about forty feet
away. They had been run down as they tried to flee from their
assaulted vehicles.
Murdock moved on, inspected the others. All six cars were
upright. Most of the damage was to their bodies. The tires and
wheels had been removed from all of them, as well as essential
portions of their engines; the gas tanks stood open, siphoned empty;
the spare tires were gone from the sprung trunks. There were no
living passengers.
Jenny pulled up beside him and her door opened.
"Sam," she said, "pull the brain leads on that blue car, the third
one back. It's still drawing some energy from an ancillary battery,
and I can hear it broadcasting."
"Okay."
Murdock went back and tore the leads free. He returned to Jenny
and climbed into the driver's seat.
"Did you find anything?"
"Some traces, heading northwest."
"Follow them."
The door slammed and Jenny turned in that direction.
They drove for about five minutes in silence. Then Jenny said
"There were eight cars in that convoy."
"What?"
"I just heard it on the news. Apparently two of the cars
communicated with the wild ones on an off-band. They threw in with
them. They gave away their location and turned on the others at the
time of the attack."
"What about their passengers?"
"They probably monoed them before they joined the pack."
Murdock lit a cigarette, his hands shaking.
"Jenny, what makes a car run wild?" he asked. "Never knowing when
it will get its next fuelingor being sure of finding spare parts for
its auto-repair unit? Why do they do it?"
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"I do not know, Sam. I have never thought about it."
"Ten years ago the Devil Car, their leader, killed my brother in a
raid on his Gas Fortress," said Murdock, "and I've hunted that black
Caddy ever since. I've searched for it from the air and I've searched
on foot. I've used other cars. I've carried heat trackers and
missiles. I even laid mines. But always it's been too fast or too
smart or too strong for me. Then I had you built."
"I knew you hated it very much. I always wondered why," Jenny
said.
Murdock drew on his cigarette.
"I had you specially programmed and armored and armed to be the
toughest, fastest, smartest thing on wheels, Jenny. You're the
Scarlet Lady. You're the one car can take the Caddy and his whole
pack. You've got fangs and claws of the kind they've never met
before. This time I'm going to get them."
"You could have stayed home, Sam, and let me do the hunting."
"No. I know I could have, but I want to be there. I want to give
the orders, to press some of the buttons myself, to watch that Devil
Car burn away to a metal skeleton. How many people, how many cars has
it smashed? We've lost count. I've got to get it, Jenny!"
"I'll find it for you, Sam."
They sped on, at around two hundred miles per hour.
"How's the fuel look, Jenny?"
"Plenty there, and I have not yet drawn upon the auxiliary tanks.
Do not worry."
"The track is getting stronger," she added.
"Good. How's the weapons system?"
"Red light, all around. Ready to go."
Murdock snubbed out his cigarette and lit another.
"...Some of them carry dead people strapped inside," said Murdock,
"so they'll look like decent cars with passengers. The black Caddy
does it all the time, and it changes them pretty regularly. It keeps
its interior refrigeratedso they'll last."
"You know a lot about it, Sam."
"It fooled my brother with phoney passengers and phoney plates.
Got him to open his Gas Fortress to it that way. Then the whole pack
attacked. It's painted itself red and green and blue and white, on
different occasions, but it always goes back to black, sooner or
later. It doesn't like yellow or brown or two-tone. I've a list of
almost every phoney plate it's ever used. It's even driven the big
freeways right into towns and fueled up at regular gas stops. They
often get its number as it tears away from them, just as the attendant
goes up on the driver's side for his money. It can fake dozens of
human voices. They can never catch it afterwards, though, because
it's souped itself up too well. It always makes it back here to the
Plain and loses them. It's even raided used car lots"
Jenny turned sharply in her course.
"Sam! The trail is quite strong now. _This_ way! It goes off in
the direction of those mountains."
"Follow!" said Murdock.
For a long time then Murdock was silent. The first inklings of
morning began in the east. The pale morning star was a white
thumbtack on a blueboard behind them. They began to climb a gentle
slope.
"Get it, Jenny. Go get it," urged Murdock.
"I think we will," she said.
The angle of the slope increased. Jenny slowed her pace to match
the terrain, which was becoming somewhat bumpy. "What's the matter?"
asked Murdock.
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"It's harder going here," she said, "also, the trail is getting
more difficult to follow."
"Why's that?"
"There is still a lot of background radiation in these parts," she
told him, "and it is throwing off my tracking system."
"Keep trying, Jenny."
"The track seems to go straight toward the mountains."
"Follow it, follow it!"
They slowed some more.
"I am all fouled up now, Sam," she said. "I have just lost the
trail."
"It must have a stronghold somewhere around herea cave or
something like thatwhere it can be sheltered overhead. It's the only
way it could have escaped aerial detection all these years."
"What should I do?"
"Go as far forward as you can and scan for low openings in the
rock. Be wary. Be ready to attack in an instant."
They climbed into the low foothills. Jenny's aerial rose high
into the air, and the moths of steel cheesecloth unfolded their wings
and danced and spun about it, bright there in the morning light.
"Nothing yet," said Jenny, "and we can't go much further."
"Then we'll cruise along the length of it and keep scanning."
"To the right or to the left?"
"I don't know. Which way would you go it you were a renegade car
on the lam?"
"I do not know."
"Pick one. It doesn't matter."
"To the right, then," she said, and they turned in that direction.
After half an hour the night was dropping away behind the mountains.
To his right morning was exploding at the far end of the Plains,
fracturing the sky into all the colors of autumn trees. Murdock drew
a squeeze bottle of hot coffee, of the kind spacers had once used,
from beneath the dashboard.
"Sam, I think I have found something."
"What? Where?"
"Ahead, to the left of that big boulder, a declivity with some
kind of opening at its end."
"Okay, baby, make for it. Rockets ready."
They pulled abreast of the boulder, circled around its far side,
headed downhill.
"A cave, or a tunnel," he said. "Go slow"
"Heat! Heat!" she said. "I'm tracking again!"
"I can even see the tire marks, lots of them!" said Murdock.
"This is it!"
They moved toward the opening.
"Go in, but go slowly," he ordered. "Blast the first thing that
moves."
They entered the rocky portal, moving on sand now. Jenny turned
off her visible lights and switched to infra-red. An i-r lens rose
before the windshield, and Murdock studied the cave. It was about
twenty feet high and wide enough to accommodate perhaps three cars
going abreast. The floor changed from sand to rock, but it was smooth
and fairly level. After a time it sloped upward.
"There's some light ahead," he whispered.
"I know."
"A piece of the sky, I think."
They crept toward it, Jenny's engine but the barest sigh within
the great chambers of rock.
They stopped at the threshold to the light. The i-r shield
dropped again.
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It was a sand-and-shale canyon that he looked upon. Huge
slantings and overhangs of rock hid all but the far end from any eye
in the sky. The light was pale, at the far end, and there was nothing
unusual beneath it.
But nearer...
Murdock blinked.
Nearer, in the dim light of morning and in the shadows, stood the
greatest junkheap Murdock had ever seen in his life.
Pieces of cars, of every make and model, were heaped into a small
mountain before him. There were batteries and tires and cables and
shock absorbers; there were fenders and bumpers and headlamps and
headlamp housings; there were doors and windshields and cylinders and
pistons, carburetors, generators, voltage regulators, and oil pumps.
Murdock stared.
"Jenny," he whispered, "we've found the graveyard of the autos!"
A very old car, which Murdock had not even distinguished from the
junk during that first glance, jerked several feet in their direction
and stopped as suddenly. The sound of rivet heads scoring ancient
brake drums screeched in his ears. Its tires were completely bald,
and the left front one was badly in need of air. Its right front
headlamp was broken and there was a crack in its windshield. It stood
there before the heap, its awakened engine making a terrible rattling
noise.
"What's happening?" asked Murdock. "What is it?"
"He is talking to me," said Jenny. "He is very old. His
speedometer has been all the way around so many times that he forgets
the number of miles he has seen. He hates people, whom he says have
abused him whenever they could. He is the guardian of the graveyard.
He is too old to go raiding any more, so he has stood guard over the
spare parts heap for many years. He is not the sort who can repair
himself, as the younger ones do, so he must rely on their charity and
their auto-repair units. He wants to know what I want here."
"Ask him where the others are."
But as he said it, Murdock heard the sound of many engines turning
over, until the valley was filled with the thunder of their
horsepower.
"They are parked on the other side of the heap," she said. "They
are coming now."
"Hold back until I tell you to fire," said Murdock, as the first
onea sleek yellow Chryslernosed around the heap.
Murdock lowered his head to the steering wheel, but kept his eyes
open behind his goggles.
"Tell him that you came here to join the pack and that you've
monoed your driver. Try to get the black Caddy to come into range."
"He will not do it," she said. "I am talking with him now. He
can broadcast just as easily from the other side of the pile, and he
says he is sending the six biggest members of the pack to guard me
while he decides what to do. He has ordered me to leave the tunnel
and pull ahead into the valley."
"Go ahead, thenslowly."
They crept forward.
Two Lincolns, a powerful-looking Pontiac, and two Mercs joined the
Chryslerthree cars on each side of them, in position to ram.
"Has he given you any idea how many there are on the other side?"
"No. I asked, but he will not tell me."
"Well, we'll just have to wait then."
He stayed slumped, pretending to be dead. After a time, his
already tired shoulders began to ache. Finally, Jenny spoke:
"He wants me to pull around the far end of the pile," she said,
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