Useful.”
“Something to help you in the house when we’re married, honey. Now, don’t pout so prettily, or I’ll never get around to showing you.”
My homecoming was not developing quite as I planned, but I put this down to womanly, if not exactly maidenly, quirks. When she found out what I had brought her, I was sure she would be all over me again. I put on my dark glasses so that I could see where the diver was.
“Would you like a drink, honey?” I asked.
“I don’t mind,” she said sulkily.
*
I looked at the diver, concentrated hard on the thought of a bottle from the cabinet, two glasses and a pitcher of ice from the kitchen. He went revolving through the air obediently and the items came floating out neatly. Florence nearly shattered the windows with her screams.
“Now calm down, honey,” I said, catching her. “Calm down. It’s just a little present I brought you.”
The bottle, glasses and pitcher dropped gently onto the table beside us.
“See?” I said. “Service at a thought. Remote control. The end of housework. Kiss me.”
She didn’t.
“You mean you did that, Sol?”
“Not me, exactly. I’ve brought you a little baby diver, honey, all the way from Antimony IX, just for you. There isn’t another one on Earth. In fact, I doubt if there’s another one outside Antimony IX. I had a lot of trouble securing this rare and valuable present for you.”
“I don’t like it. It gives me the creeps.”
“Honey,” I said carefully, “this is a little baby. It couldn’t hurt a mouse. It’s about six inches in diameter, and all it is doing is to teleport what you want it to teleport.”
“Then why can’t I see it?”
“If you could see it, I wouldn’t have been allowed to bring it for you, honey, because a whole row of nasty-minded Solar Civil Servants would have seen it too, and they would have taken it from your own sweet Sol.”
“They can have it.”
“Honey, this is a rare and valuable pet! It will do things for you.”
“So you think I need something done for me. Well! I’m glad you came right out and said this before we were married!”
The following series of “but—but—” from me and irrelevance from Florence occupied an hour, but hardly mentioned the diver. Eventually I got her back into my arms.
My urges for Florence were strictly biological, though intense. There were little chances for intellectual exchanges between us, but I was more interested in the broad probabilities of her as a woman. I could go commune with wild and exotic intelligences on foreign planets any time I had the fare. As a woman, Florence was what I wanted.
“Back on Antimony IX,” I explained carefully, “life is fierce and rugged. So, to keep from being eaten, these little divers evolved themselves into little minds with no bodies at all, and they feed off solar radiation. Now, honey, minds are not made of the same stuff brains are made of, good solid tissue and gray matter and neural cortex—”
“Don’t be dirty, Sol.”
“There is nothing dirty about the body, honey. Minds are invisible but detectable in the micro-wavelengths on any sensitive counter, and look like little glass eggs when you can see them—as I can, by using these glasses. In fact, your diver is over by the window now. But, having evolved this far, they came across a little difficulty and couldn’t evolve any further. So there they are, handy little minds for teleporting whatever you want moved, and reading other people’s thoughts.”
*
She gasped. “Did you say reading other people’s thoughts?
“Certainly,” I said. “As a matter of fact, that’s what stopped the divers from evolving further. If they brush against any thinking creature, they pick up whatever thought is in the creature’s conscious mind. But they also pick up the subliminal activity, if you follow me—and down at that level of a mind such as man’s, his thoughts are not only the present unconscious thoughts but also a good slice of what is to him still the future. It’s one of those space-time differences. The divers are not really on the same space-time reference as the physical world, but that makes them all the more useful, because our minds aren’t either.”
“Did you say reading other people’s thoughts, like a telepath?” she persisted.
“Exactly like a telepath, or any other class of psi. We’re really living on a much wider scale than we’re conscious of, but our mind only tracks down one point in time-space in a straight line, which happens to fit our bodies. Our subliminal mind is way out in every direction, including time—and when you pick up fragments of this consciously, you’re a psi, that’s all. So the divers got thoroughly confused—that’s what it amounts to—and never evolved any further. So you see, honey, it’s all perfectly natural.”
“I think you’re just dirty.”
“Eh?”
“Everyone hates telepaths. You know that.”
“I don’t.”
“Oh, you go wandering all over the Galaxy—but my friends—what could I say to my friends if they learned I had something like a telepath in the apartment?”
“It’s only a baby diver, I keep telling you, honey. And anyway, you’ll be able to tell what they’re really thinking about you.”
Florence looked thoughtful. “And what they’ve been doing?”
“Sometimes they will do what they think they’ll do. And sometimes they don’t make it. But it’s what their subliminal plans to have happen, yes.”
She kissed me. “I think it’s a lovely present, Sol.”
She snuggled up to me and I concentrated on bringing the diver over to her. I thought I’d read her, just for a joke, and see what she had in mind. I took a close look.
“What’s the matter, Sol?”
“Oh, honey! You beautiful creature!”
“This is nice—but what made you say that?”
“I just got the diver to show me your mind, and bits of the next two weeks you have in mind. It’s going to be a lovely, lovely vacation.”
She blushed very violently and got angry. “You had no right to look at what I was thinking, Sol!”
“It wasn’t what you were thinking so much as what you will be thinking, honey. I figure in it quite well.”
“I won’t have it, Sol! Do you hear me? I think spying on people is detestable!”
“I thought you liked the idea
