The Link (22 page)

The convention; Cathy speaking.

“If you ask a psychic to tell you the serial number engraved on the inside of your watch and he or she gives you six correct digits in their proper order, do you conclude that he or she is psychic or that it was just his or her lucky day?

“Unhappily, the latter conclusion still fits closely into the scientific view of psi today.

“Why this enormous resistance to accepting psi? Paradoxically, the greater the data gathered by parapsychologists, the greater the proclamations of disbelief and accusations of conscious or unconscious fraud.

“Why does the psychic researcher have to jump more hurdles than researchers in any other field?

“Why do the critics of our work not admit that we are the ones with the greatest motivation to gather our data under strictly controlled conditions? We are not investigating psi to waste our time any more than the most hardheaded physicist or chemist in their field.

“There now exists a mass of experimental findings which can no longer be explained away as artifacts, statistical errors or the results of an international conspiracy of fraud and collusion.

“The paranormal tells us that we do not live in an ordered, logically structured world bounded by space and time. Instead, non-rational processes occur which transcend space and sidestep time. In such a world, the laws are no longer plain to see. We have nothing to relate to, no sure means of finding our place in the universal scheme of things.

“Such a realization can be, at the least, unsettling. So it is not surprising that many people, if brought face to face with such a possibility, reject any evidence supporting it in order to protect the integrity of their personality. Acceptance of the paranormal, to these people, may easily be seen as opening the door to insanity.”

Peter leans over to Robert. “Think she means Westheimer?” he whispers.

Robert is telling Peter the story of his brother’s “haunted” house when Cathy and Harry enter the hotel coffee shop. Peter, naturally, invites them to share their booth.

Robert congratulates Cathy on her speech, managing to retain his smile when Harry gives her a hug and tells her how proud of her he was.

Robert, at Peter’s urging, continues the story about the house and Cathy gives her opinion that the woman was psychic enough to sense the presence of the cat’s remains and hallucinate it into a white mist.

“Sounds simple,” Robert says.

“In a way it is,” she answers. “Although—”

“Why not just the cat’s ghost?” Peter suggests. “Wouldn’t that be even more simple?”

Cathy shrugs, smiling.

“Cathy tells me you’re psychic,” Harry says to Robert.

Robert smiles politely. “There’s some sign of it,” he says. CAMERA STARTS MOVING IN ON him.

“Did it just begin?” asks Harry.

“More or less,” Robert nods. He is in CLOSE-UP now.

“You don’t remember having it when you were younger?”

PICTURE FREEZES, Harry’s question repeated. “
You don’t remember having it when you were younger?”

CUT TO Vietnam, 1968. A 25-year-old Robert on patrol with his squad.

They pass through a village, by a hut. In front of it, a Vietnamese woman is preparing food.

As they move away from the hut, Robert suddenly sees the ground fade away, sees a tunnel underneath them, filled with soldiers.

“Cong!” he yells and rushes into the underbrush, diving for cover just before Viet Cong soldiers come pouring from the hut, raking the squad with fire and throwing grenades.

Robert is knocked unconscious by an explosion, the left side of his upper back torn open by shrapnel.

Back to the coffee shop. “What?” he asks.

“You looked so far away,” says Cathy.

He makes a faint sound of amusement. “I was,” he says.

He returns to his room and lies down, trying to recapture the incident. He can recall no more; the ambush, unconsciousness. Then he remembers waking in the hospital.

The telephone rings. He picks up the receiver. “Rob?” she says.

He draws in breath. “Yes?”

“Are you all right?”

“Is that a joke?” he asks, meaning his name.

“You looked so strange down there.”

He explains what happened and she understands; he’s starting to “open up”.

A pause. Then she says, “I’m sorry about this.”

“Well—” he doesn’t know what to say. “I guess it’s something you have to decide—oh, hell, Cathy, come here, Room 1123.”

“Rob.”

“Just so I can hold you for a minute, that’s all. Please.”

Silence. Then she hangs up. He rolls onto his side with a groan.

A few minutes later, there is a soft knock on the door. He looks at it incredulously, then leaps to his feet.

Seeing her, he pulls her into the room and kicks the door shut. Their kiss and embrace is fiery. They almost make love on the spot.

“Oh, no, please, no,” she pleads. “I love you but I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” he asks, almost angrily.

She pulls herself free and moves to the window, trembling. “Rob, I’ve known this man for sixteen years, been married to him for nine. He’s a sweet, kind man. I just can’t…”

“Cathy, you have to decide,” he tells her.

He stands motionless for a few moments before walking over to her and putting his arms around her from behind. She leans back against him.

“All right, I know it’s easy for me,” he says. “I don’t have to hurt anyone by loving you but… God, if you love me, Cathy.”

“I love you with all my heart.” She turns and holds him fiercely as they kiss. “With all my heart, Rob.”

A montage of the multi-textured convention. Displays and demonstrations. Discussion groups. Press interviews. Television camera crews. Fragments heard of speeches.

“The majority of scientists are imprisoned in a belief system which maintains that man is little more than a vastly complicated computer which is the chance outcome of cosmic chemistry followed by neo-Darwinian evolution. This belief system cannot possibly accommodate experiences of the kind called extra-sensory.”

CUT.

“The time has come to re-examine the difficult question of the nature of consciousness. The generally accepted scientific paradigm—that consciousness is identical with the physical description of brain states—is no longer acceptable.”

CUT.

“Psychical research, in the next few decades, is destined to have a social impact comparable to the impact, several centuries ago, of the astronomical investigations of Galileo and Copernicus.”

CUT.

Peter speaking, saying, “In spite of all objections, psi is gaining ground as a respectable branch of science. In 1969, the Parapsychological Association was accepted as an affiliate member of the American Association for the Advancement of Science.

“A questionnaire issued by the British magazine
New Scientist
revealed that more than two-thirds of those who replied believe that the existence of psi faculties has been established.

“Thousands of experiments in the last half century have confirmed that psychic talents exist, not just in a few rare and gifted individuals but in many people, indeed, perhaps, in
everyone
.

“The questions now being asked are ‘How can these talents be fitted into the framework of post-Einsteinian physics?’ and ‘Does man possess an aspect of himself capable of existing
independently
of his body?’

“The more we learn about our psi abilities, the closer we draw to a world of primal reality from which every one of us may well have originated.”

Peter and Robert are listening to a round table discussion when the phone call comes for Peter and he leaves the room.

The discussion is intriguing in that its participants are all successful business executives who have used ESP in their work.

“I think you’ll find,” says one of them, “that the higher on the executive ladder one climbs, the more ones decisions have to do with the unknown, the future. An ability to ‘sense’ what’s coming up in absolutely crucial.”

An electronic executive, founder of a major electronics corporation (in real life, Ampex) comments that he always follows “hunches”. “For instance, five top consultants told me that magnetic recording had no future. I knew deep inside myself that it did and went against their advice.”

The president of a coal company in West Virginia describes how he used ESP to find distant coal fields. “Listen, I don’t have to hear some cockamamie speech about whether ESP is valid or not,” he says. “Hell, I use it every day! It works for me! You think some tight-ass scientist telling me it’s
not
valid is going to make a bit of difference to me?”

Laughter.

A former member of the Federal Reserve Board says, “I conduct my business using ESP. I’ve
dreamed
things that have come true. Let me tell you, it’s the low-level boys who are afraid to admit using their ‘feelings’ even if they do. Every top executive I ever met has no hesitation admitting it.”

An engineer—the owner of a broadcasting company and a big-league baseball team—says, “Engineers have an easier time with psi because they’re accustomed to thinking in terms of frequencies and channels, radiation, transmission of energy force.”

A successful business advisor estimates that, in his work, ten per cent of his counsel is based on logic, ten per cent on experience. “The remaining eighty per cent, I guarantee you,” he says, “is strictly intuition.”

Peter returns, looking grave. Carol is ill, he has to fly home immediately. Robert will have to handle the Tahoe house alone. Cathy and Harry are flying back to New York on the 1
^st
.

The look on Robert’s face reveals that Cathy hasn’t told him.

New Year’s Eve. Robert alone in his room. A call from Harry. Has he any plans? No, says Robert. “Do join us then,” says Harry. They are going to a midnight show at the Hotel Fremont—a well-known female singer.

Robert hesitates, imagining the agony of being with Cathy on the last night, her with Harry. But Harry is so cordially insistent that “both he and Cathy” want him along, that he “not be alone” that night that he accepts. He is sorry he did a moment after hanging up. “Damn!” he says.

The late dinner at the Fremont is an awkward experience for him. He does his best to be pleasant but Cathy, at least, knows what’s happening inside him.