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I KNOW EVERYTHING!A Short Fantasy
Dmitrii Emets
Translated from Russian
by
Jane H. Buckingham
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Doctor, please wake up! Yawning, Doctor Barannikov sat up on the couch. The tall
curly-haired orderly from Admissions was standing in front of him. They brought in a
new patient! he reported. So? Couldnt it wait till morning? This isnt quite the usual
ones. Seems to be some scientist. He demanded the head doctor to go to him. I said the
head doctor isnt here, and then he called for the one on duty. Doctor Barannikov
approached the mirror and, looking attentively at it, ran his hands along his face,
smoothing out the wrinkles. A regular paranoid, he said. Who is he? As I said, some
scientist. Either a lecturer or a prof. Last name Koptin. They caught him at the TV
station trying to force his way into the live broadcast studio. When they detained him,
he bit the cop and someone else there, said the orderly.
The large luminous clock in Admissions showed five to three. The delivered patient,
a small, dishevelled person with a bruise on his right cheek, was sitting in a chair. He
was in a straight jacket. The young policeman next to him examined its tied sleeves with
interest.
On seeing Doctor Barannikov, the patient jumped up impatiently. Youre the on-
duty doctor? At long last! Im completely normal! Order them to untie me! he shouted.
Were all normal. Please sit down on the chair! Lets sort everything out! Im Koptin,
a scientist! You dont have the right to hold me here! Ill complain! Im completely
healthy! Barannikov frowned. All mental patients consider themselves healthy. For this
very reason, grilles and unbreakable glass are installed in psychiatric hospitals. May I
go? asked the policeman. Sign here, please! After taking the paper, the policeman
took off.
The man in the straight jacket watched him leave. Well, what next? he asked
tiredly. Without answering, Barannikov sat down at the table and glanced through the
copy of detention report attached to the referral for psychiatric examination. Why didyou have to go into the live broadcast studio? Were you aware what this would lead to
and where youd find yourself? he asked. The patient moved uncomfortably in the
straight jacket. I knew what risk I was taking, but I wanted to warn as many people as
possible. Two days ago, I asked them to give me airtime, but these fools refused!
Blockheads, soon theyll be sorry for everything!
Did you threaten someone specifically? the doctor asked quickly, throwing a
penetrating look at the patient over the papers. Koptin shook his head in negation.
Where did you get that? Im a scientist. I dont resort to violence at all. But from the
accompanying report it says that you do. During detention you bit Senior Sergeant V.
Mordenkos hand and insulted by action assistant directoreh-ehname illegible.What assistant director? Probably that fellow whose button I tore off the collar. Indeed
I didnt know its considered insult by action, the patient was surprised. See, you
yourself confess! the doctor said with authority. Think of it, I tore off a button. I hope
its not a secret how they detained me? With a baton on the neck, a pistol on the cheek.
Naturally, I was outraged and I started to resist. But it doesnt mean that Im
dangerous.
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Having read through the report, Barannikov put it down. Youre a scientist? he
asked. Doctor of biological sciences. Senior researcher at Michurin1 Institute of Plant
Industry, Koptin said with pride. And you were workingeh-ehuntil recently?
Koptins face became insolent. To the doctor this was the sign of a hothead a small
full-blooded man, nervous, flies quickly into a rage, and, by and large, more prone to
mental disorders. What? Are you hinting that they could throw me out because Im
bonkers? Im hinting at nothing. Im simply asking. Its you jumping to conclusions.
Youre asking? the scientist flew into a rage. Would you only listen to yourself! Youre
used to dealing with psychos, but not with normal people! It wont work! And do you
know what you are? An idiot! A nitwit! A blockhead! And Koptin burst into a stream of
swearing. The doctor patiently waited until he ran out of steam. Finally, the patient
stopped exhausted. Okay, ask your questions and lets end this, he said.
Barannikov turned to the entry form. You dont drink? No? Are you registered at
an addiction or psychiatric clinic? Any of your family prone to alcoholism? Insanity?
Koptin again began to redden, but kept himself under control. No, he said. Take this
into account, its useless to hide, inquiries will be made all the same, the doctor warned.
The man sitting opposite unexpectedly snorted, and on his face was reflected a kind of
malicious joy. Make any inquiries you want. All the same you wont get any answers,
he said. Why? the doctor was astonished. Because, if nothing is done, humanity has
exactly a week left. And then thats it! Curtains!
If we put down maniacal delirium, no one will dispute this diagnosis,
Barannnikov thought in a business-like manner. Couldnt you describe everything in
more detail? he asked. The patient smiled distrustfully. Are you sure that youll be able
to grasp what I tell you? Or is all this only necessary in order to put me in the funny
farm? We dont have a procedure with respect to psychiatric patients. If you convinceme that youre healthy, I wont keep you here, promised Barannikov.
The patient looked searchingly at him and obviously decided. Fine, Ill tell you! I
consider it my duty to. But if you dont believe me, then you only have yourself to blame.
Im not scared of finding myself in a loony bin, because soon there will be neither loony
bins nor cities nor people, nothing at all. And what awaits our Earth? An alien
invasion? Barannikov asked ironically. Alien invasion? No, I dont think so. At least
not in the near future. Our enemy is much closer. In another word, it has always been
with us. I know that theyll take over our planet, and this will happen in a week. Possibly
give or take a day, although I dont think that theyll change their plans. And wholl
take over? The Americans? No, The Americans will suffer together with us, Koptinshook his head and, after lowering his voice, whispered, Vegetables and fruits will take
over!
Out of surprise Barannikov drew forward and then burst out laughing. Are you
serious? Fruits and vegetables? But why not insects? The patient looked at him almost
1 Ivan Vladimirovich Michurin (1855-1935), Russian botanist, one of the founding fathers of scientific
agricultural selection, also made a major contribution in genetics, in the field of pomology.
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with hatred and the doctor immediately stopped laughing. I beg your pardon, I didnt
mean to, he apologized. Doesnt matter. Youre not the first. They also laughed.
Whore they? The Defence Ministry, the FSB,2 the Ministry of Extraordinary
Situations, and other similar departments. Blockheads! They laughed, didnt even listen
to me, and showed me the door. No one even looked at my calculations.
Barannikov looked up at him. Whats this? You even have calculations? An entire
notebook. They took it away at the police station. I beg you, please phone them, get
them to give it back to me. Its the only copy. Everybody is asleep there now. Ill phone
in the morning, promised the doctor. And for the time being lets do it this way,
without the calculations. Koptin looked sullenly at him. I hope youll understand.
These arent the ravings of a lunatic, these are facts. I really hope that youll believe me.
Understanding that the story would be long, Barannikov with a gesture sent the bored
orderly away.
Before the patient started talking, he looked around Admissions. What do you have
in the fridge? he asked suspiciously. Medicines. Phials, not surprised, the doctor
answered. Thats all? Koptin asked with special persistence. I dont know. Probably.
No fruits or vegetables? Maybe. Sometimes the relatives bring them for the care
packages. The patients eyes lit up with a special fire. Open the fridge! he demanded,
leaping up.
Understanding that it was useless to argue, Barannikov went to the refrigerator and
opened it. Koptin looked cautiously over all the shelves. Here are apples and bananas.
Can leave the bananas. Theyre rather stupid and will understand nothing, but please cut
open the apples and crush all the seeds! Come on! Either do this yourself or untie my
hands. After delaying a little, the doctor cut open the apples one by one and, having
cleaned out all the seeds from the middle, crushed them on his table. The patientwatched him intently.
Very good! he said. You did this very decisively, now they wont eavesdrop. The
seeds are their sensory organs; without them, they neither hear nor sense anything
You would never think that the structure of fruits and tubers resemble a human brain?
Please take a look at the apple and youll discover two hemispheres, a core, and the
central column of the nervous system. Ive long studied this resemblance and came to
the conclusion that the entire matter here is in the original genetic program of a cell. If
we delve deeper into the beginning of history, then itll become clear that fruits and
vegetables are our evolutionary brothers who hate us as strongly as Cain hated Abel.
And their hatred can be understood, since, using fruits and tubers as food, we devourthe thinking cellular essences just barely inferior to us!
Really barely inferior! not able to hold back, the doctor interrupted. I assure you
that it is so! Possibly, in some ways they even surpass us, especially if we take into
account that their life is considerably more transient. Im sure if an apple or a pear were
2 FSB is the Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation, the main successor agency of the KGB.
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to live not three or four months but ten to fifteen years, it would put any earthly genius
to shame!
The doctor picked up a pen to write something down on the form but did not write
anything down; instead, he only started to draw something mechanically in the margins.
Must admit that the hypothesis advanced by you is quite unusual. Frankly, I just didnt
have to hear anything but the absurd assertion that plants can think Not plants in
general, namely vegetables and fruits! the patient corrected him. Deciduous trees not
bearing fruits, algae, and grass dont count. They arent given a personality, and their
seeds dont emit microwaves. And whats this about microwaves? Barannikov asked
with an easy smile. Variable thermal and infrared waves of weak intensity. With their
help, the fruits communicate with each other and weave their conspiracies, their vile
intrigues! The waves serve them as speech just like the vibration of air for us.
Koptin became silent and swallowed. The doctor looked politely at him, waiting for
him to continue. You probably want to find out how I came to all this? continued the
crazy one. It was simple. Many scientists have observed these infrared waves, but they
considered them radiation, which any material body emits. Well, the processes of
cellular metabolism, splitting, light reflection and all such things. I first assumed that
these waves are in reality the speech of plants and deciphered them.
Bold enough. And how did this assumption come to you? By chance. I
immediately ran a test on several apples, putting them in a lab dish. I was surprised that
the apples emitted microwaves in turn, i.e., as if they were exchanging words between
themselves. While one apple was emitting, the rest paused the infrared waves. Youll
agree, this in itself is improbable. Im a dreary and persistent person and I dont
appreciate unsolved riddles. I began to study this whole problem, did experiment after
experiment, and soon I managed to isolate the specific combinations of frequencies Ibegan to dig further, uploaded the frequencies into the computer, made several bold
assumptions, and in half a year I know, its hard to believe this I was already able to
understand the speech of apples. Furthermore, it turned out that not only apples have
intelligence but also almost all fruits: bananas, pears, plums, figs, peaches. Their
languages differ, but not as much as human speech. Knowing one language, one can
master the others very quickly. After fruits, I tackled vegetables and also discovered that
they have reason, although on a much lower stage of evolution
The curly orderly looked in at the door, but Barannikov waved at him with
annoyance, and the orderlys head disappeared. Koptin looked around interrogatively
and was interrupted. Eh? What is it? he asked absent-mindedly. Please ignore it. Youcompared vegetables and fruits and said that youve mastered their language the
doctor patiently reminded him. Yes, so that was all. I bought fruits and vegetables,
increased the memory in the computer, sat down in the lab by myself, fortunately, no
one disturbed me, and for several months running listened attentively to their
conversations.
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Did you share the results of your studies with anyone? Colleagues, friends? Koptin
looked downcast. The first time I did, but then I gave up. Useless. I said that
deciphering the pulses, I made several bold assumptions almost insights, which could
in no way be confirmed scientifically, neither logic nor formulas. But then to science
what cannot be confirmed by formulas is only a hypothesis. And the record of your
interceptions did not produce any impression on them? Koptin made a face. Alas!
There was nothing remarkable in the conversations intercepted by me. In essence, these
were squabbles, petty gossips, or empty chatter about which was watching the rind,
which pistil was touched by which stamen, which was eaten, and which was drilled by a
worm. Though I understood that with random castings, its hard to come across
something interesting, after all, people dont always talk about scientific discoveries,
religion, or art, more often they chat about all kinds of nonsense.
The phone rang. Doctor Barannikov let it ring once or twice, then picked up the
handset and put it back down. Everything youve said is very interesting, but I dont
understand, how does it follow from this that destruction threatens humanity? he
asked. The insane one leaned towards him and whispered, I found out about this by
chance. Five days ago, I overheard the conversation of two oranges. They were
discussing the preparation of plan A and were very excited. The doctor raised his
eyebrows. What plan A? Plan A is the plan of annihilation of all biological forms on
Earth and the arrival of botanical forms to replace them.
The doctor whistled slightly. Well, some scope you have, my friend! For what
reason will the fruits do this? As I understood it, the matter here is living space. Plants
need soil to let the roots spread, they need oxygen and a regular, predictable climate.
They hate us, people, hate us fiercely, even at the level of ordinary consciousness. Not
enough that we take away their soil, but we also went in for selective breeding, in otherwords, we make freaks out of them, which we then devour. This alone is already enough
for them, once and for all, without experiencing pangs of the conscience (especially since
they dont and cant have the conscience of our understanding), free the planet from us.
Feeling that he had involuntarily been caught up in the lunatics confidence,
Barannikov shook his head. What, do you think that vegetables and fruits are actually
capable of having the upper hand? he asked. I fear so. Vegetables and fruits have a
strict hierarchy. There are clans and castes with rigid boundaries, which can never be
crossed. The highest caste has tomatoes, apples, and pears. This is the aristocracy. They
are the think tanks, the scientists, diplomats, officers. They manage everything.
Oranges, mandarins, lemons, and some other citrus fruits is the middle tier. These arethe bureaucrats, sergeant majors, managers, junior officers, judges, police. Of course, I
name the professions with analogy to human ones, theirs are all somewhat different.
The last link of the chain is the vegetables: carrot, potato, cabbage, radish, and others.
Vegetables are the model executors: fighters, soldiers, unskilled workers, in short, the
bottom of the pyramid. Their intellect is not developed beyond a certain level, but their
main virtue is the ability to carry out orders without question. As for the grass, broad-
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leaved trees, and other irrational plants, in the opinion of the highest castes, theyre
needed only to fertilize the soil.
After propping up his head with a hand, the doctor snorted. But what infallible
logic you have! How do the plants think of annihilating people? Perhaps they charge
with bayonets in an attack? Koptin excitedly moved his hands under the straight jacket.
Bayonets? Of course not! The ability of plants for motion is limited, but they wont be
required to move, he said. All important officials, members of governments, defence
ministers, even presidents have already been infected with slow poisons, which the fresh
raw fruits they eat secrete. These poisons arent tested and dont let themselves be
detected, but theyll enter the blood stream hour after hour regularly in a week. Before
the people come to their senses, there wont be a significant number left alive. This will
lead to chaos: shut off electricity, gas, TV, and chaos will start. And then, in the flame of
anarchy, the fighters potato, onion, cabbage, and others will be put to use. Theyll
sacrifice their life, and every gram of them will be saturated with poison. Fungi and
flagellate will be up in arms. The start of an epidemic. The theory of parasitism? the
doctor recalled. Precisely. Biological forms, in essence, parasitize on the botanical, eat
them, at the same time getting energy from the basic components: trace elements,
water, and light. Biological forms cant exist without the botanical.
Barannikov touched his cheek in a preoccupied manner. And in your opinion,
plants knew how to keep their plot a secret from people? Till now, not a single one of
them let the secret out, well, besides these oranges, of course? Koptin frowned. Are
you joking, Doctor, how? In order to understand their speech, one needs the cipher
code, which only I have. Besides, theyre a united front. Their personalities are uniform,
and desires similar. There cant be traitors among them. They differ from us, people, in
this.Extremely interesting! said the doctor. What do you propose to do? How to fight
thiseh-ehthreat? The patients eyes began to sparkle. I do have a plan. As the first
order of business, we have to create immediately a united world commission to fight this
disease. Of course, the present governments already cant be saved theyve been
poisoned, but we can still create reserve structures! Next, we must urgently withdraw all
raw vegetables and fruits from use. We must not eat even one raw fruit! The third step is
to destroy all major green grocers and warehouses, especially those that store fruits.
Why fruits? I already said, precisely they run the show. Without fruits, the vegetables
are incapable of independent action. Theyre too stupid and undeveloped. Have to set
them apart, to make it as less dangerous as can be. If some warehouses arent destroyed,must fence them off from each other by at least a thin layer of foil. Ive already checked,
they cant communicate through foil. At worst, hot canning will help. I carried out
analyses, cooked fruits are harmless as food. In addition, must start work right away on
the selection to degrade vegetables and fruits.
Suddenly the face of the deranged acquired a conspiratorial expression and he
leaned towards the table so that his face almost touched the doctors face. Only one
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thing I still didnt understand! Perhaps the most important! Koptin whispered. Whats
that? As I said, fruits and vegetables have a strict hierarchy, based on unconditional
subordination. The bottom of the pyramid is known to me, the middle also, but here
whats at the very top? Till now I was certain its apple, but now Im thinking, what if it
isnt? What if its some other form, devilishly smart, even brilliant, which planned all
this? What is it? What heads everything? Hmm And you, of course, have hunches
what this can be? the doctor asked with a smile. The whole point is that I dont. My
research is still not complete!
Barannikov got up and stretched. Everything that he needed to formulate the
diagnosis, he had already found out. Typical schizophrenia aggravated by maniacal
delirium. Very sorry, my dear, very sorry. This is what I think: perhaps you go into the
ward for the time being and rest a bit? At the same time think over this riddle, he said
in a friendly way and stretched his hand to the button for summoning an orderly.
The patients face turned pale. He understood everything. No! he yelled. I beg
you! Im not crazy! Lets agree: I admit that everything I said is complete nonsense, a
bad joke, fiction. I dont believe in any of this! In that case, will you let me go?
Barannikov shook his head. Cant. I dont have the right to do so, if only you were
actually normal. Well observe the process ofeh-ehyour recovery, carry out a course
of treatment, and, if everything goes without complication, youll be released. When?
Koptin almost groaned. The doctor looked searchingly at him. Well, perhaps in a
month or two. Even with very favourable prognosis I wont be able to do anything for
you sooner than five weeks. Idiot! You dont understand what youre doing! Youll
destroy humanity!
With a loud scream, the patient jumped up and rushed at the doctor, trying to
extricate himself from the straight jacket. Barannikov pressed the button. The curlyorderly ran in with another one, rather bald, with a neck of a former classic boxer. They
picked up the wriggling Koptin and carried him from Admissions to Treatment,
separated by an iron door. Sedation! In a private room and set up regular watch! the
doctor ordered, pensively tapping his fingers on the table.
Having been left alone, Doctor Barannikov behaved quite strangely. He set off to his
own office and locked himself in, leaving the key in the door. Then he approached the
mirror, anxiously touched his face, and with one energetic jerk pulled it off. The face
turned out to be a mask, under which was a medium-sized watermelon.
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