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British Science Fiction Award (1978) Bob Arctor is a dealer of the lethally addictive drug Substance D. Fred is the police agent assigned to tail and eventually bust him. To do so, Fred takes on the identity of a drug dealer named Bob Arctor. And since Substance Dwhich Arctor takes in massive dosesgradually splits the users brain into two distinct, combative entities, Fred doesnt realize he is narcing on himself.

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Philip K. Dick

A Scanner Darkly

Acknowledgments

Excerpt from The Other Side of the Brain: An Appositional Mind by Joseph E. Bogen, M.D., which appeared in Bulletin of the Los Angeles Neurological Societies, Vol. 34, No. 3, July 1969. Used by permission. Excerpt from The Split Brain in Man by Michael S. Gazzaniga which appeared in Scientific American, August 1967, Vol. 217. Used by permission. Untitled poem reprinted from Heinrich Heine: Lyric Poems and Ballads, translated by Ernst Feise. Copyright 1961 by the University of Pittsburgh Press. Used by permission of the University of Pittsburgh Press. Other German quotes from Goethes Faust, Part one, and from Beethovens opera Fidelio.

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Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair. The doctor told him there were no bugs in his hair. After he had taken a shower for eight hours, standing under hot water hour after hour suffering the pain of the bugs, he got out and dried himself, and he still had bugs in his hair; in fact, he had bugs all over him. A month later he had bugs in his lungs.

Having nothing else to do or think about, he began to work out theoretically the life cycle of the bugs, and, with the aid of the Britannica, try to determine specifically which bugs they were. They now filled his house. He read about many different kinds and finally noticed bugs outdoors, so he concluded they were aphids. After that decision came to his mind it never changed, no matter what other people told him like Aphids dont bite people.

They said that to him because the endless biting of the bugs kept him in torment. At the 7-11 grocery store, part of a chain spread out over most of California, he bought spray cans of Raid and Black Flag and Yard Guard. First he sprayed the house, then himself. The Yard Guard seemed to work the best.

As to the theoretical side, he perceived three stages in the cycle of the bugs. First, they were carried to him to contaminate him by what he called Carrier-people, which were people who didnt understand their role in distributing the bugs. During that stage the bugs had no jaws or mandibles (he learned that word during his weeks of scholarly research, an unusually bookish occupation for a guy who worked at the Handy Brake and Tire place relining peoples brake drums). The Carrier-people therefore felt nothing. He used to sit in the far corner of his living room watching different Carrier-people entermost of them people hed known for a while, but some new to himcovered with the aphids in this particular nonbiting stage. Hed sort of smile to himself, because he knew that the person was being used by the bugs and wasnt hip to it.

What are you grinning about, Jerry? theyd say.

Hed just smile.

In the next stage the bugs grew wings or something, but they really werent precisely wings; anyhow, they were appendages of a functional sort permitting them to swarm, which was how they migrated and spreadespecially to him. At that point the air was full of them; it made his living room, his whole house, cloudy. During this stage he tried not to inhale them.

Most of all he felt sorry for his dog, because he could see the bugs landing on and settling all over him, and probably getting into the dogs lungs, as they were in his own. Probablyat least so his empathic ability told himthe dog was suffering as much as he was. Should he give the dog away for the dogs own comfort? No, he decided: the dog was now, inadvertently, infected, and would carry the bugs with him everywhere.

Sometimes he stood in the shower with the dog, trying to wash the dog clean too. He had no more success with him than he did with himself. It hurt to feel the dog suffer; he never stopped trying to help him. In some respect this was the worst part, the suffering of the animal, who could not complain.

What the fuck are you doing there all day in the shower with the goddamn dog? his buddy Charles Freck asked one time, coming in during this.

Jerry said, I got to get the aphids off him. He brought Max, the dog, out of the shower and began drying him. Charles Freck watched, mystified, as Jerry rubbed baby oil and talc into the dogs fur. All over the house, cans of insect spray, bottles of talc, and baby oil and skin conditioners were piled and tossed, most of them empty; he used many cans a day now.

I dont see any aphids, Charles said. Whats an aphid?

It eventually kills you, Jerry said. Thats what an aphid is. Theyre in my hair and my skin and my lungs, and the goddamn pain is unbearableIm going to have to go to the hospital.

How come I cant see them?

Jerry put down the dog, which was wrapped in a towel, and knelt over the shag rug. Ill show you one, he said. The rug was covered with aphids; they hopped up everywhere, up and down, some higher than others. He searched for an especially large one, because of the difficulty people had seeing them. Bring me a bottle or jar, he said, from under the sink. Well cap it or put a lid on it and then I can take it with me when I go to the doctor and he can analyze it.

Charles Freck brought him an empty mayonnaise jar. Jerry went on searching, and at last came across an aphid jumping up at least four feet in the air. The aphid was over aP inch long. He caught it, carried it to the jar, carefully dropped it in, and screwed on the lid. Then he held it up triumphantly. See? he said.

Yeahhhhh, Charles Freck said, his eyes wide as he scrutinized the contents of the jar. What a big one! Wow!

Help me find more for the doctor to see, Jerry said, again squatting down on the rug, the jar beside him.

Sure, Charles Freck said, and did so.

Within half an hour they had three jars full of the bugs. Charles, although new at it, found some of the largest.

It was midday, in June of 1994. In California, in a tract area of cheap but durable plastic houses, long ago vacated by the straights. Jerry had at an earlier date sprayed metal paint over all the windows, though, to keep out the light; the illumination for the room came from a pole lamp into which he had screwed nothing but spot lamps, which shone day and night, so as to abolish time for him and his friends. He liked that; he liked to get rid of time. By doing that he could concentrate on important things without interruption. Like this: two men kneeling down on the shag rug, finding bug after bug and putting them into jar after jar.

What do we get for these, Charles Freck said, later on in the day. I mean, does the doctor pay a bounty or something? A prize? Any bread?

I get to help perfect a cure for them this way, Jerry said. The pain, constant as it was, had become unbearable; he had never gotten used to it, and he knew he never would. The urge, the longing, to take another shower was overwhelming him. Hey, man, he gasped, straightening up, you go on putting them in the jars while I take a leak and like that. He started toward the bathroom.

Okay, Charles said, his long legs wobbling as he swung toward a jar, both hands cupped. An ex-veteran, he still had good muscular control, though; he made it to the jar. But then he said suddenly, Jerry, heythose bugs sort of scare me. I dont like it here by myself. He stood up.

Chickenshit bastard, Jerry said, panting with pain as he halted momentarily at the bathroom.

Couldnt you

I got to take a leak! He slammed the door and spun the knobs of the shower. Water poured down.

Im afraid out here. Charles Frecks voice came dimly, even though he was evidently yelling loud.

Then go fuck yourself! Jerry yelled back, and stepped into the shower. What fucking good are friends? he asked himself bitterly. No good, no good! No fucking good!

Do these fuckers sting? Charles yelled, right at the door.

Yeah, they sting, Jerry said as he rubbed shampoo into his hair.

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