Richard Derus’s Reviews > Scanners Live in Vain > Status Update

Men can be men. The habermans can be killed decently and properly, the way men were killed in the Old Days, without anybody keeping them alive. They won't have to work in the Up-and-Out! There will be no more Great Pain�think of it! No . . . more . . . Great . . . Pain! How do we know that Stone is a liar�" Lights began flashing directly into his eyes. (The rudest insult of Scanner to Scanner was this.)

Nevertheless, Martel was able to follow most of the message: ". . . can't do this. Stone may have succeeded. If he has succeeded, it means the end of Scanners. It means the end of habermans, too. None of us will have to fight in the Up-and-Out. We won't have anybody else going Under-the-Wire for a few hours or days of being human. Everybody will be Other. Nobody will have to cranch, never again. Men can be men.

"Brother Scanners, I want your eyes."

The people on the floor kept moving, with their numb bodies jostling one another. Finally Vomact stepped up in front of Parizianski, faced the others, and said: "Scanners, be Scanners! Give him your eyes."

Parizianski was not good at public speaking. His lips moved too fast. He waved his hands, which took the eyes of the others away from his lips.

There was a rush for the rostrum and Scanners milled around at the top, vying for attention until Parizianski--by sheer bulk--shoved the others aside and down, and turned to mouth at the group.

"Brother Scanners, I want your eyes."

Martel, still cranched, shuddered as he heard the boos, groans, shouts, squeaks, grunts, and moans which came from the Scanners who forgot noise in their excitement and strove to make their dead bodies talk to one another's deaf ears. Beltlights flashed wildly all over the room.

"He tried to remember the days before he had gone into the Haberman Device, before he had been cut apart for the Up-and-Out. Had he always been subject to the rush of his emotions from his mind to his body, from his body back to his mind, confounding him so that he couldn't scan? But he hadn't been a Scanner then."
1950! This is what Space meant then...agony and danger. Mars colonists beware.