time enough for love-时间足够你爱(英文版)-第61部分

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derstand　it。　I'm　not　running　down　sex；　sex　is　swell；　sex　is　wonderful。　But　if　you　put　a　holy　aura　around　it…and　that　is　what　you　are　doing…sex　stops　being　fun　and　starts　being　neurotic。
　　
　　〃Stipulating　for　argument　that　I　'denied　Llita　this　boon；'　it　surely　did　not　leave　her　sex　starved。　At　worst　I　could　possibly　have　miffed　her　a　little。　But　she　was　not　deprived。　Llita　was　a　hearty　wench；　and　having　to　work　too　hard　was　the　only　thing　that　ever　kept　her　off　her　back…or　on　top；　or　standing？up；　or　kneeling；　or　swinging　from　the　chandeliers…and　I　did　make　it　possible　for　them　to　have　more　time　for　it。　Joe　and　Llita　were　simple　souls；　uninhibited　and　uncorrupted；　and　of　the　four　major　interests　of　mankind…war；　money；　politics；　and　sex…they　were　interested　only　in　sex　and　money。　With　some　guidance　from　me　they　got　plenty　of　both。
　　
　　〃Shucks；　it　can't　matter　now　to　say　that；　after　they　learned　contraception　techniques…almost　as　perfect　then　as　now；　and　which　I　taught　them　but　had　no　reason　to　mention…they　had　no　superstitions　or　taboos　to　keep　them　from　branching　out　for　fun；　and　their　pair…bonding　was　so　strong　as　not　to　be　endangered　thereby。　They　were　innocent　hedonists；　and　if　Llita　failed　to　trip　one　tired　old　spaceman；　she　did　trip　plenty　of　others。　And　so　did　Joe。　They　had　fun…plus　the　deep　happiness　of　as　perfect　a　marriage　as　I　have　ever　observed。〃
　　
　　〃I　am　most　pleased　to　hear　it；〃　Minerva　answered。　〃Very　well；　Lazarus；　I　withdraw　my　questions　and　refrain　from　speculations　about　Mrs。　Long　and　that　'tired　old　spaceman'…even　though　your　statements　show　that　you　were　neither　tired；　nor　old；　nor　a　spaceman　at　that　time。　You　mentioned　'four　major　interests　of　mankind'…but　did　not　include　science　and　art。〃
　　
　　〃I　didn't　leave　them　out　through　forgetting　them；　Minerva。　Science　and　art　are　occupations　of　a　very　small　minority…a　small　percentage　even　of　those　people　who　claim　to　be　scientists　or　artists。　But　you　know　that；　you　were　simply　changing　the　aubject。〃
　　
　　〃Was　I；　Lazarus？〃
　　
　　〃Pig　whistle；　dear。　You　know　the　parable　of　the　Little　Mermaid。　Are　you　prepared　to　pay　the　price　she　paid？　You　can；　you　know。〃　He　added；　〃Don't　pretend　you　don't　know　what　I　mean。〃
　　
　　The　puter　sighed。　〃I　think　the　question　is　'may；'　not　'can。'　A　wheelbarrow　has　no　rights。　Nor　do　I。〃
　　
　　〃You're　dodging；　dear。　'Rights'　is　a　fictional　abstraction。　No　one　has　'rights；'　neither　machines　nor　flesh…and…blood。　Persons…both　sorts！…have　opportunities；　not　rights；　which　they　use；　or　do　not　use。　All　you　have　going　for　you　is　that　you　are　the　strong…right　arm　of　the　boss　of　this　pla　。　。　plus　the　friendship　of　an　old　man　who　enjoys　very　special　privileges　for　a　most　illogical　reason　but　does　not　hesitate　to　take　advantage　of　those　privileges　。　。　plus；　stored　in　your~memories　in　Dora's　number…two　hold；　all　the　biological　and　geic　data　of　Secundu　Howard　Clinic…best　such　library　in　the　Galaxy；　possibly；　and　certainly　best　for　human　biology。　But　what　I　asked　was：　Will　you　pay　the　price？　Having　your　mental　processes　slowed　down　at　least　a　million　to　one；　data　storage　reduced　by　some　unknown…but　large…factor；　some　chance…again　I　can't　say…of　failure　in　achieving　transmigration　。　。　and　always　the　certainty　of　death　as　the　ultimate　oute…death　a　machine　need　never　know。　You　know　that　you　can　outlive　the　human　race。　Immortal。〃
　　
　　〃I　would　not　choose　to　outlive　my　makers；　Lazarus。〃
　　
　　〃So？　You　say　that　tonight；　dear…but　would　you　say　it　a　trillion　years　from　now？　Minerva；　my　beloved　friend…my　only　friend　with　whom　I　can　be　truthful…I　feel　certain　that　you　have　been　toying　with　this　idea　ever　since　the　Clinic's　files　were　made　part　of　your　memories。　But；　even　with　your　speed　of　thought；　I　suspect　that　you　do　not　have　the　experience…　the　flesh…and…blood　experience…with　which　to　think　it　through。　If　you　choose　to　risk　this；　you　cannot　be　both　machine　and　flesh…and…blood。　Oh；　certainly　we　have　mixes…machines　with　human　brains；　and　flesh…and…blood　bodies　controlled　by　puters。　But　what　you　want　is　to　be　a　woman。　Right？　True　or　false？〃
　　
　　〃Would　that　I　were　a　woman；　Lazarus！〃
　　
　　〃So　I　knew；　dear。　And　we　both　know　why。　But…think　about　this！…even　if　you　manage　this　risky　change…and　I　don't　know　what　the　risks　are；　I　am　just　an　old　shipmaster；　retired　country　doctor；　obsolete　engineer；　you　are　the　one　with　all　the　data　my　race　has　accumulated　about　such　things…suppose　you　manage　it　。　。　and　find　that　Ira　will　not　take　you　to　wife？〃
　　
　　The　puter　hesitated　a　full　millisecond。　〃Lazarus；　if　Ira　refuses　me…refuses　me　utterly；　he　need　not　marry　me…would　you　the？　be　as　difficult　with　me　as　you　seem　to　have　been　with　Llita？　Or　would　you　teach　me　'Eros'？〃
　　
　　Lazarus　looked　astounded；　then　guffaw鑔。　〃Touch？　You　ranged　me；　girl…you　hulled　me　between　wind　and　water！　All　right；　dear；　a　solemn　promise：　If　you　do　this　。　。　and　Ira　won't　bed　you；　I'll　take　you　to　bed　myself　and　do　my　best　to　wear　you　out！　Or　the　other　way　around　more　likely；　a　male　hardly　ever　outlasts　a　female。　Okay；　dear；　I'm　the　second　team…and　I'll　stick　around　till　we　know　the　oute。〃
　　
　　He　chuckled。　〃My　sweet；　I　am　almost　tempted　to　hope　that　Ira　turns　chicken…were　it　not　you　want　him　so　badly。　Let's　discuss　practical　aspects。　Can　you　tell　me　what　it　will　take？〃
　　
　　〃Only　in　theory；　Lazarus；　my　memories　do　not　show　that　it　has　ever　been　attempted。　But　it　would　be　similar　to　a　total　clone　rejuvenation　in　which　puter　help　is　used　to　transfer　the　memories　of　the　old　brain　into　its　blank　twin…in　the　clone　body。　In　another　way　it　resembles　what　I　do　when　I　move　the　'me'　here　in　the　Palace　into　my　new　'me'　in　Dora's　hold。〃
　　
　　〃Minerva；　I　suspect　that　it　is　more　difficult…and　far　more　risky…than　either　one。　Different　time　rates；　dear。　Machine　to　machine　you　do　in　a　split　second。　But　that　total…clone　job　takes；　I　think；　a　minimum　of　two　years…rush　it；　and　you　wind　up　with　an　old　dead　body　and　a　new　idiot。　No？〃
　　
　　〃There　have　been　such　cases；　Lazarus。　But　not　in　the　past　two　centuries。〃
　　
　　〃Well　。　。　my　opinion　isn't　worth　anything。　You　must　discuss　it　with　an　expert…and　it　must　be　one　you　can　trust。　Ishtar；　perhaps；　although　she　may　not　be　the　expert　you　need。〃
　　
　　〃Lazarus；　there　is　no　expert　in　this　venture；　it　has　never　been　done。　Ishtar　can　be　trusted；　I　have　discussed　it　with　her。〃
　　
　　〃What　does　she　say？〃
　　
　　〃That　she　does　not　know　whether　it　can　be　done　or　not…in　practice；　that　is；　with　success　on　…the　first　attempt。　But　she　is　deeply　sympathetic…she　is　a　woman！…and　is　thinking　of　ways　to　make　it　less　hazardous。　She　says　that　it　will　require　the　finest　of　gene　surgory；　plus　facilities　for　full…adult　cloning。〃
　　
　　〃I　guess　I　missed　something。　Starting　a　clone　doesn't　take　a　topflight　gene　surgeon；　I've　done　it　myself。　Then；　if　you　plant　the　clone　in　utero　and　get　it　to　take；　a　host…mother　will　hand　you　a　baby　in　nine　months。　Safer。　Easier。〃
　　
　　〃But；　Lazarus；　I　can't　move　me　into　a　baby's　skull。　No　room！〃
　　
　　〃Urn。　Yes。　True。〃
　　
　　〃Even　with　a　full…size　adult　brain　I　will　have　to　choose　most　carefully　what　to　take　and　what　to　leave　behind。　Nor　can　I　be　a　simple　clone：　I　must　be　a　posite。〃
　　
　　〃Mmm…　I'm　not　sharp　tonight。　No；　you　would　not　want　to　be　Ishtar's　twin；　for　example；　with　your　own　personality　and　selected　knowledge　imprinted　on　what　would　have　been　her　brain。　Hm…　Dear；　may　I　offer　you　my　twelfth　chromosome　pair？〃
　　
　　〃Lazarus！〃
　　
　　〃Don't　cry；　girl；　you'll　get　your　gears　all　rusty。　I　don't　know　that　there's　anything　to　the　theory　that　reinforcement　in　a　gene　plex　in　that　chromosome　pair　controls　longevity。　Even　if　it　does；　I　might　be　handing　you　a　run…down　clock。　You　might　be　better　off　using　Ira's　twelfth。〃
　　
　　〃No。　Nothing　from　Ira。〃
　　
　　〃Do　you　expect　to　do　this　without　his　knowing　it？〃　Lazarus　then　added　thoughtfully；　〃Oh…　Children；　eh？〃
　　
　　The　puter　did　not　answer。
　　
　　Lazarus　said　gently；　〃Should　have　known　you　meant　to　go　whole　hog。　Then　you　won't　want　to　borrow　from　Hamadryad；　either；　she's　his　daughter。　Unless　geic　charting　shows　that　we　can　avoid　any　hazard。　Mmm…Dear；　you　want　as　mixed　a　posite　as　can　be　managed；　do　you　not？　So　that　your　clone　will　be　a　unique　flesh…and…blood；　not　too　closely　copied　from　any　other　zygote。　Twenty…three　parents　perhaps？　Is　that　what　you　had　in　mind？〃
　　
　　〃I　think　that　would　be　best；　Lazarus；　since　that　could　be　done　without　separating　paired　chromosomes…simpler　surgery　and　no　possibility　of　introducing　an　unexpected　reinforcement。　If　it　were　possible　to　find　twenty…three…satisfactory……donors　who　were　willing。〃
　　
　　〃Who　said　they　had　to　be　willing？　We'll　steal　'em；　dear。　Nobody　owns　his　genes；　he's　merely　~their　custodian。　They　are　passed　to　him　willy…nilly　in　the　meiotic　dance；　he　passes　them　along　to　others　through　the　same　blind　chances。　There　must　be　many　thousands　of　tissue　cultures　over　at　the　Clinic；　each　with　many　thousands　of　cells…so　who's　to　know　or　care　if　we　borrow　one　cell　from　each　of　twenty…three　cultures？…if　we're　slick　about　it。　Don't　fret　about　ethics；　it's　like　stealing　twentythree　grains　of　sand　from　a　large　'beac