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Loading JavaScript Arrays with MySQL Data
By Alex Ressi

All materials Copyright © 1997−2002 Developer Shed, Inc. except where otherwise noted.
 Loading JavaScript Arrays with MySQL Data

Table of Contents
Introduction &Explaination..............................................................................................................................1

Source Reference.................................................................................................................................................6

i
Introduction &Explaination

We have all seen pages that use JavaScript for better or for worse. In many cases JavaScript can improve a
site's functionality and ease of use. Unfortunately administrating some of the complicated arrays that
JavaScript depends on for things like heirarchichal menus and dynamic forms can be a pain in the rear. That's
why were going to turn the task over to PHP and MySQL. We can use this combination to load data into the
JavaScript for us. This is particularly useful if information contained in the array is likely to change.

In this exercise we will build a selection component for a resource management system. The component will
tie people and project together based on staffing needs and employee skill. It will also illustrate how PHP and
MySQL can be used to dynamically build JavaScript. The static component code is below.

Use the drop down menu below to select the skills required for the
project. The list of personnel will change according to skill. Use the
arrows arrows to control the addition or subtraction or people to the
project.

This component uses two popular JavaScripts which are readily avialable on the web. I grabbed the JavaScript
for the 'menu swapper' from www.javascriptsource.com, and I picked up a script to handle the drop down
menu change from www.webreference.com.. With a little time, I managed to get the two scripts to work
together as planned. View the source to see the resulting code. One of the first things you will notice is the
following JavaScript array.

var ar = new Array();

ar[0] = new Array();

ar[0][0] = new makeOption("Crown, Tom", "151");
ar[0][1] = new makeOption("Christiansen, Steve", "221");
ar[0][2] = new makeOption("Berman, Randal", "321");
ar[0][3] = new makeOption("Turok, Steve", "341");
ar[0][4] = new makeOption("Cider, Eric", "361");
ar[0][5] = new makeOption("Bolton, Liz", "421");
ar[1] = new Array();
ar[1][0] = new makeOption("Crown, Tom", "152");
ar[1][1] = new makeOption("Christiansen, Steve", "222");
ar[1][2] = new makeOption("Berman, Randal", "322");
ar[1][3] = new makeOption("Turok, Steve", "342");
ar[1][4] = new makeOption("Cider, Eric", "362");
ar[1][5] = new makeOption("Bolton, Liz", "422");
ar[1][6] = new makeOption("Tuti, Berna", "432");
ar[1][7] = new makeOption("Dong, Enormai ", "442");
ar[2] = new Array();

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ar[2][0] = new makeOption("Lindberg, John", "273");
ar[2][1] = new makeOption("Tuti, Berna ", "433");
ar[2][2] = new makeOption("Dong, Enormai", "443");
ar[3] = new Array();
ar[3][0] = new makeOption("Tuti, Berna ", "434");
ar[4] = new Array();
ar[4][0] = new makeOption("Narsysus, Thelma", "306");
ar[5] = new Array();
ar[5][0] = new makeOption("Turok, Steve ", "347");
ar[5][1] = new makeOption("Bolton, Liz ", "427");

The above code will serve as a model while we write our PHP code. Let's take a quick look at the anatomy of
an array. The first set of brackets, ar[x], in this multi−dimentional array refers to the skill. The second set of
brackets ar[x][x] is the array index of the item, which will always begin by default with 0. The item in this
case is the employee. This array will be replaced by PHP code which will dynamcally build it. Now that we
have played around with the component and had a look at the source code, it would be a good idea to build
and populate that database.

Once the database has been built and populated, we need to do the following things to make our JavaScript
dynamic. Note: The only portion of the source code that will be dynamic is the array, the rest of the JavaScript
will remain static.

1. The database needs to be queried for employee names, and employee skills (two separate tables). The
results need to be ordered by skill.
2. We will then need to loop through the skills printing the employee names associated with the skill
3. A mechanism then needs to be built to pass the employee id, skill id and project id to the form
processing component.

Let's begin with the query. Have a look at the database schema to see how the information is stored. There are
3 tables involved in this component. Personnel, Skill, and person_skill.

$db = mysql_connect("localhost", "root", "");

mysql_select_db("extranet",$db);

A link to the database server is established, and the database is selected.

$sql = "SELECT
p.person_id,
s.person_id,
CONCAT(last_name,', ',first_name) AS name,
skill_id";

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$sql .= "FROM
personnel p,
person_skill s
WHERE
p.person_id = s.person_id
ORDER BY
skill_id, name";

$result = mysql_query($sql);

The SQL statement is pretty straightforward. If you are unsure about what is going on here, you can always go
to the MySQL site where there are numerous tutorials. The important thing to note in this query is the
ORDER BY clause, which will properly setup the arrangement of the resulting data. After performing our
SQL we then initialize two variables:

$type = "";
$number2 = "0";

We then will perform the while loop which will actually build the JavaScript array.

while ($myrow = mysql_fetch_row($result)) {

A series of "If then" statements will control the proper formation of the array.

if ($myrow[3] != $type) {

The first if statement checks to see if the variable $myrow[3] which is the skill_id from our SQL statement, is
NOT equal to the variable $type. $type was set outside of the loop to nothing. The two values are not equal, so
the next expression will be evaluated.

if ($number2 != NULL) {

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$number2, which was initialized outside of the loop with a value of 0 is not equal to NULL, so the code
within the curly braces gets run.

$newnumber2 = ($number2 + "1");

print ("ar[$number2] = new Array();\n");
$number2 = $newnumber2;
$type = $myrow[3];
$number = "0";
}
}

We have a new variable to start with, $newnumber2 which is given a value of 1. (0 + 1 = 1) The first line of
the JavaScript array is then printed. ar[0] = new Array();

$number2 which was initially set to 0, now takes on the value of $newnumber2 which is 1. $type now is given
a value. Initally set with no value and now $type has the value of $myrow[3] which is 0.

print "ar[" . ($number2 − "1") . "]";

if ($number != NULL) {
$newnumber = ($number + "1");
print ("[$number]");
$number = $newnumber;
}

From this code block we get the first part of the next line, namely ar[0][0]. The first '[0]' refers to the skill, so
it will be repeated for each person that is associated with that particular skill. The next '[0]' refers to an
individual possessing the skill. There is an "if statement." that increments the number in the second set of
square brackets for each row in the database.

print (" = new makeOption(\"$myrow[2]\",

\"$myrow[1]$myrow[3]\");\n");
}

Before closing the while loop, we are going to append "= new makeOption("Crown, Tom", "151");" to the
"ar[0][0]", thus completing one pass through the loop. The loop will be run for each row in the database
query, which is in this case is 21. You can view the entire unbroken source code here. The next challenge will
be passing multiple values to the form processing script. This will be done using a combination of JavaScript
and PHP, and will be the focus of a seperate upcoming article.

In addition to building JavaScript arrays, this code can be hacked up for a number of other uses . What this

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 Loading JavaScript Arrays with MySQL Data
code essentially does is print the first row of a given field, where rows in the database have fields with
common values. In this example, we initialize an array which represents a given skill, for instance ar[0] = new
Array();. Under that we print all the people in this case that relate to that skill. This can easlily be applied to
something like a classified system. Let's say you are selling automobiles and you would like to print as a
header, the make of the car before listing all the models that fall under it. You could use this code to do the
same. There are many uses for this code. Don't be afraid to try things out. The world is now your oyster,
enjoy.

Introduction & Explainati... 5

Source Reference

Plug this in place of the JavaScript array in the source code of the refering page and go! PHP can be inbeded
in JavaScript tags.

<?php
$db = mysql_connect("localhost", "root", "");
// This establishes a link to MySQL
mysql_select_db("extranet",$db); // The database is specified

$sql = "SELECT
p.person_id,
s.person_id,
CONCAT(last_name,', ',first_name) AS name,
skill_id ";

$sql .= "FROM
personnel p,
person_skill s
WHERE
p.person_id = s.person_id
ORDER BY
skill_id, name";

$result = mysql_query($sql);

$type = "";
$number2 = "0";
while ($myrow = mysql_fetch_row($result)) {
if ($myrow[3] != $type) {
if ($number2 != NULL) {
$newnumber2 = ($number2 + "1");
print ("ar[$number2] = new Array();\n");
$number2 = $newnumber2;
$type = $myrow[3];
$number = "0";
}
}
print "ar[" . ($number2 − "1") . "]";
if ($number != NULL) {
$newnumber = ($number + "1");
print ("[$number]");
$number = $newnumber;
}
print (" = new makeOption(\"$myrow[2]\",
\"$myrow[1]$myrow[3]\");\n");

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 Loading JavaScript Arrays with MySQL Data
}
?>

The drop down menu with skills is also database driven so that new skills can easily be added to the database.
Here is the code that was used to generate it.

<SELECT NAME="industry" onChange="relate(this.form)">

<?
$db = mysql_connect("localhost", "root", "");
mysql_select_db("extranet",$db);

$sql2 = "SELECT DISTINCT

s.skill_id,
p.skill_id,
skill_name ";

$sql2 .= "FROM
skill s,
person_skill p
WHERE
s.skill_id = p.skill_id
ORDER BY
s.skill_id";

$result2 = mysql_query($sql2);

while ($myrow2 = mysql_fetch_row($result2)) {

print ("

The following is the code to build and populate the the tables that are used in this module. It can be cut out of
the web page and then pasted into a text file on your database server where it can then be imported by MySQL
using the mysqlimport command.

#
# Table structure for table 'personnel'
#
CREATE TABLE personnel (
person_id int(11) DEFAULT '0' NOT NULL auto_increment,
first_name varchar(15),
last_name varchar(15),
company varchar(30),
PRIMARY KEY (person_id)
);

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 Loading JavaScript Arrays with MySQL Data
# Dumping data for table 'personnel'
#

INSERT INTO personnel (person_id, last_name, first_name,

company) VALUES (34,'Turok','Steve','1');
INSERT INTO personnel (person_id, last_name, first_name,
company) VALUES (32,'Berman','Randal','1');
INSERT INTO personnel (person_id, last_name, first_name,
company) VALUES (30,' Vi
jaya','Narayanas','1');
INSERT INTO personnel (person_id, last_name, first_name,
company) VALUES (27,' Jo
han','Lindgren','1');
INSERT INTO personnel (person_id, last_name, first_name,
company) VALUES (22,'Christiansen','Steve','1');
INSERT INTO personnel (person_id, last_name, first_name,
company) VALUES (15,'Crown','Tom','1');
INSERT INTO personnel (person_id, first_name, last_name,
company) VALUES (36,'Cider','Eric','1');
INSERT INTO personnel (person_id, first_name, last_name,
company) VALUES (42,'Bolton','Liz','1');
INSERT INTO personnel (person_id, first_name, last_name,
company) VALUES (43,'Tuti','Berna','1');
INSERT INTO personnel (person_id, first_name, last_name,
company) VALUES (44,'Dong','Enormai','1');

#
# Table structure for table 'person_skill'
#
CREATE TABLE person_skill (
person_id int(11) DEFAULT '0' NOT NULL,
skill_id tinyint(2),
level tinyint(1)
);

#
# Dumping data for table 'person_skill'
#

INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)

VALUES (15,1,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (15,2,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (22,1,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (22,2,NULL);

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INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (27,3,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (30,6,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (32,1,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (32,2,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (34,1,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (34,2,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (34,7,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (36,1,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (36,2,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (42,1,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (42,2,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (42,7,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (43,4,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (43,2,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (43,3,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (44,2,NULL);
INSERT INTO person_skill (person_id, skill_id, level)
VALUES (44,3,NULL);

#
# Table structure for table 'skill'
#
CREATE TABLE skill (
skill_id int(11) DEFAULT '0' NOT NULL auto_increment,
skill_name varchar(20),
skill_desc varchar(250),
PRIMARY KEY (skill_id)
);

#
# Dumping data for table 'skill'
#

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INSERT INTO skill (skill_id, skill_name, skill_desc)
VALUES (6,'Oracle',NULL);
INSERT INTO skill (skill_id, skill_name, skill_desc)
VALUES (5,'ASP',NULL);
INSERT INTO skill (skill_id, skill_name, skill_desc)
VALUES (4,'Cold Fusion',NULL);
INSERT INTO skill (skill_id, skill_name, skill_desc)
VALUES (3,'Vignette',NULL);
INSERT INTO skill (skill_id, skill_name, skill_desc)
VALUES (2,'JavaScript',NULL);
INSERT INTO skill (skill_id, skill_name, skill_desc)
VALUES (1,'HTML',NULL);
INSERT INTO skill (skill_id, skill_name, skill_desc)
VALUES (7,'MySQL',NULL);

Source Reference 10
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 Always A Qurono

By JIM HARMON

Illustrated by RITTER

[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from

Galaxy Magazine August 1962.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
 You too can be a Qurono. All you need do is
geoplanct. All you need know is when to stop!

Barnhart sauntered right into the middle of them. He covertly

watched the crew close in around him and he never twitched an
eyelash. Officers must never panic, he reminded himself, and
manipulated the morning sighting on the nearest sun through the
Fitzgerald lens. It was exactly 900:25:30, Galactic Time.
He jotted the reading in, satisfied. The warm breath tickling the back
of his neck was unnerving. If he showed fear and grabbed a blaster
from the locker he could probably control them, but he was
devastingly aware that a captain must never show fear.
"Captain Barnhart," Simmons, the mate, drawled politely, "do you
still plan on making the jump at 900 thirty?"
The captain removed his eyeglasses and polished the lenses.
"Simmons," he said in comforting, confiding tones, "you are well
aware that regulations clearly state that a spaceship that phases in
on a star in major trans-spot activity is required to re-phase within
twenty-four hours to avoid being caught in turbulence."
"Yes, sir," Simmons said. "But, as I have stated before, it is my belief
that regulation means that a ship should phase to avoid the
possibility of being caught in an energy storm. We landed right in
the middle of one. As you are aware, sir, if we phase now there is an
excellent chance we will warp right into the sun!"
Barnhart shook his lean, bronze head wearily. "Simmons, the
Admiralty has gone through this thousands of times. Obviously they
know our danger is greater by staying where we are. Why, Ignatz 6Y
out there may nova! We'll have to take our chances."
"No, sir." Simmons thrust his pale, blue-veined jaw at him, his light
eyes Nordicly cold below a blond cropping. "The storm spots are
dying down. We aren't phasing yet."
Barnhart drew himself up and looked down at the mate. Behind
Simmons, York moved closer. The captain was suddenly aware of
York's low forehead and muscular, free-swinging arms. It was
probably sheer bias, but he had frequently entertained the idea that
Englishmen were closer to our apelike ancestor than most people ...
the way they ran around painted blue when everybody was civilly
wearing clothes and all. Obviously York was incapable of thinking for
himself and was willing to do anything Simmons commanded him to
do.
It became transparent to Barnhart that they were going to mutiny to
avoid following their duty as clearly outlined in regulations. Judging
from York's twitching knuckles, they were going to resist by
strangling him.
Barnhart wondered if this was the time to show fear and unlock a
weapon to defend himself.
York clamped onto him before he could decide on the proper
interpretation of the regulations and just as his mind settled on the
irresolvable question: If a captain must never show fear, why was he
given the key to a hand weapons locker to use when in fear of his
life?

Barnhart gazed around the purple clearing with clouded eyes. He

trembled in near traumatic shock. It was almost too much to bear.
Regulations clearly stated that no officer was to be marooned on a
.9 Earth-type planet at fourteen-forty Galactic Time, early evening
local.
Or (he brushed at his forehead) he was damned certain they at least
strongly implied it.
But fear was such a foreign element to his daily routine he discarded
it.
The scene took him back to his boyhood.
He sorted out the survival supplies, lifting even the portable nuclear
generator effortlessly under the .67 gravity, and remembered how
he used to go camping regularly every month when he was a Boy
Scout. He had been a bookish child, too obsessed with reading, they
told him. So he had put himself on a regular schedule for play. Still,
it never seemed to make people like him much better. After he
established his routine he didn't try to change it—he probably
couldn't make things better and he certainly couldn't stand them any
worse.
Barnhart paused in his labors and stripped off his soaked uniform
shirt, deciding to break out his fatigues. As the wet sleeve turned
wrong side out he noticed his wristwatch showed fifteen hundred
hours.
As usual he fetched his toothbrush from the personals kit and
started to scrub his teeth.
This was when he saw his first qurono in the act of geoplancting.
It was a deeply disturbing experience.

Barnhart and the lank, slick-bodied alien ignored each other every
morning while the marooned captain had his coffee and the native
chronoped; each afternoon while Barnhart laid down for a nap and
the other xenogutted; and of course before retiring while Barnhart
brushed his teeth and the alien did his regular stint of geoplancting.
The captain sat about arranging living quarters on the planet. The
crew of the Quincey had provided him with every necessity except
communications gear. Still he was confident he would find a way
back and see that Simmons and the rest got the punishment clearly
called for in Regulation C-79, Clause II.
This driving need to have the regulation obeyed was as close as he
could get to anger.
His lot was a rough and primitive one, but he sat down to doing the
best with things that he could. Using the nuclear reactor, he
synthesized a crude seven-room cottage. He employed an
unorthodox three-story architecture. This gave him a kind of
observation tower from which he could watch to see if the natives
started to get restless. Traditionally, this would be a bad sign.
Humming to himself, he was idly adding some rococo work around
the front door when thirteen-hundred-thirty came up and he stopped
for his nap. At the edge of the now somewhat larger clearing the
alien was xenogutting in the indigo shadows of a drooping bush-
tree. Since he hadn't furnished the house yet, Barnhart stretched out
on the grass. Suddenly he sat upright and shot a glance at the alien.
Could this sort of thing be regarded as restless activity?
He was safe so long as the aliens maintained their regular routine
but if they started to deviate from it he was in trouble.
He tossed around on the velvet blades for some minutes.
He got to his feet.
The nap would have to be by-passed. As much as he resented the
intrusion on his regular routine he would have to find some other
natives. He had to know if all the aliens on the planet xenogutted
each afternoon as he was having his nap.
The thought crossed his mind that he might not wake up some
afternoon if his presence was causing the aliens to deviate
dangerously from their norm.
The most unnerving thing about the village was that there were
exactly ten houses and precisely one hundred inhabitants. Each
house was 33.3 feet on a side. The surfaces were hand-hewn
planking or flat-sided logs. There were four openings: each opposing
two were alternately one foot and an alarming ten feet high.
Barnhart couldn't see the roof. The buildings appeared square, so he
supposed the houses were 33.3 feet tall.
At the end of the single packed, violet-earthed street facing up the
road was a large sign of some unidentifiable metal bearing the
legend in standard Galactic:

THIS IS A VILLAGE OF QURONOS

Barnhart received the information unenthusiastically. He had never
before encountered the term. The sign might as well have told him
the place was a town of jabberwockies.
The single scarlet sun with its corona of spectrum frost was drawing
low on the forest-covered horizon. Barnhart, dry of mouth and sore
of foot, had not encountered yet a single one of the hundred
inhabitants. He had missed his nap and his dinner, and now (he ran
his tongue over his thick-feeling teeth) he was about to miss his
nightly brushing of his teeth. He had taken only a minimum survival
kit with him—which did not include a smaller personals kit.
His wristwatch, still on good, reliable ship's time, recorded nearly
fifteen hundred hours straight up. His body chemistry was still
operating on the Captain's Shift, whereby he spent part of the time
with both the day and night shifts. It was nearly time for him to go
to bed. Fortunately it was almost night on the planet.
He was searching out his portable force field projector from some
loose coins and keys when the one hundred quronos came out of
their houses and began geoplancting.

Fifth Day Marooned

 The Journal of
Captain T. P. Barnhart,
Late of the U.G.S. Quincey

It becomes apparent that I may never leave alive this planet whose
name and co-ordinates have been kept from me. By reason, justice
and regulations, the men who put me here must pay (see formal
attached warrant against First Mate O. D. Simmons and the
remainder of my crew). For this reason and in the interest of science
I am beginning this journal, to which I hope to continue contributing
from time to time, barring sudden death.
At this writing I am in a village of ten houses identified as a
settlement of quronos. These tall, hairless humanoids have
performed an intricate series of indescribable actions since I first
encountered them. My problem, as is apparent, is to decide whether
these actions constitute their normal daily routine or whether I have
instigated this series of actions.
If the latter is the case: where will it all end?

1700: Fifth day

Barnhart was not used to being ignored.
It was certainly not a part of his normal routine. Often in his life he
had been scorned and ridiculed. Later, when he earned a captaincy
in the exploration service, the men around him had to at least make
a show of respect and paying attention to him. Being ignored was a
new experience for him. While it was a strange thing to say of an
explorer, Barnhart didn't particularly like new experiences ... or
rather he only liked the same kind of new experiences.
He kicked the wine-colored soil in red-faced impotence the first few
dozen times quronos went silently past him on the way to gather
fruit from the forest, or hew logs to keep the buildings in repairs
(which seemed to be a constant occupation.)
However, when the twenty-fifth alien shouldered past him the
morning after he first discovered the village, Barnhart caught him by
the shoulder, swung him half around and slugged him off his feet
with a stabbing right cross.
The alien shook his head foggily a few times and slowly climbed to
his feet.
Barnhart bit at his under lip. That hadn't been a wise thing to do at
all. He should know that unorthodox moves like that led only to
certain disaster. He fumbled for his force-field projector, and with a
flush of adrenalin discovered he had lost it.
Now, he thought, the alien will signal the rest of them. And they, all
one hundred of them (now does that include the one I first saw in
the clearing or not?) they will converge on me and—
The qurono marched off into the forest.
Everyone was still ignoring Barnhart.

Barnhart munched on a steak sandwich listlessly and watched the

aliens through the faint haze of the force field.
He had found the projector half stamped into the earth and he was
testing it. But even a test was foolish. None of them was close
enough to him to harm him with so much as a communicable
disease. He might as well quit roughing it and get back to the
cottage.
In the last few days he had had time to think. He took up his
journal.

Eighth Day

I can only suppose that these actions of the aliens represent some
kind of religious ritual. Again I am presented with the problem of
whether these rituals are a part of their normal, daily life, or are they
a special series instigated by my presence?
Yesterday I observed two of the quronos repairing one of the village
houses. The native lumber seems to be ill-suited to construction
purposes. Several times I have noticed logs tearing themselves free
and crawling back into the virgin forest. Due to the instability of their
building materials the aliens are constantly having to repair their
houses.
In watching the two quronos at work I observed something highly
significant.
The humanoids worked smoothly as a team, splitting and planing
down the reluctant logs with double-bladed axes. Then, putting the
lumber in place, they fastened it down with triangular wooden pegs.
They pounded these pegs home awkwardly with the flat side of the
axes.
The axes are crude and obviously indigenous to the culture.
I view this with considerable alarm.
Obviously any culture that can produce an axe is capable of
inventing the hammer.
The quronos are not using their hammers in front of me. I am
producing a change in their routine.
Where will it end?
What are they saving their hammers for?

800: Eighth Day

Barnhart had written that just before dawn, but as usual the aliens
had continued to ignore him. For all he knew the ritual might go on
for years—before they used their hammers. Or whatever they were
planning.
It was drawing near time for his nap, but he felt completely wide
awake even inside the safety of the force field. His throat hurt and
the backs of his legs ached with the waiting, the waiting for the
natives to come out and begin xenogutting.
He wiped his hands together and forced a smile. Why should he
worry what the natives did? He was completely safe. He could live
out his life in immutable security.
But this wasn't his world. No part of it was his ... or at least only the
part he had brought with him. Sanity lay in holding to what was left
of his own world. But sanity didn't always mean survival.
What if he could make the quronos' world his own?
Barnhart wiped at the tiny stings against his face and his fingertips
came away moist with beads of perspiration.
The aliens began marching out of the houses, in twos from the ten-
foot doors, singly from the foot-square openings of every other
facing wall.
It wasn't his world of fire-works-streaked Ohio summers and bold
green hills, this planet cowled with nun-like secrecy, looking acrid,
tasting violet and transmitting a beauty and confusion only a trio of
physical scientists could solve.
But there was only one thing to do.
Barnhart let down his force field and went out.
The human body wasn't well-adapted for it but Barnhart did his best
to join the quronos in xenogutting.
Instantly the cry welled up.
"Master."
Barnhart stood up and faced the aliens, deeply disturbed.

He was even more disturbed when, later, he wrote again in his

journal:

Ninth day
"Qurono," I have learned from the Leader, is a term referring to a
particular type of sub-human android. The synthetic process used in
manufacturing these men does not allow them to develop beyond a
certain point—a built-in safety factor of their creators, I can only
suppose. Thus they were given the concept of the axe and have
retained it, but they were able only to devise the idea of using the
axe to hammer things with and are not capable of thinking of a
special hammering tool.
With almost complete lack of creative ability they are bound to the
same routine, to which they adhere with an almost religious
fanaticism.
Since last night I have been treated as virtually a god. I have been
given one of their buildings entirely for my own use.
I find this turn of events absolutely surprising. I intend to discuss
this with the Leader today. (Note to any ethnologist who may see
these papers: Since all quronos are built to the same standards none
is superior to another. But, recognizing the need for one director,
each of the one hundred has an alternate term as Leader.)

900: Ninth day

Despite the upsetting turn of events Barnhart decided he was more
comfortable in his familiar role of command.
He glanced at his wristwatch and was surprised to note that he had
overslept. The time for both breakfast and chronopting was past. He
made himself ready and left the building.
The alien was waiting just outside the door. He looked as if he hadn't
moved all night. Yet, Barnhart thought, he seemed a trifle shorter.
"Are you the Leader?" Barnhart asked.
"I am the Leader. But you are the Master."
As an officer of a close-confines spaceship that sounded a little
stuffy even to Barnhart. The fellow still looked shorter. Maybe they
had changed Leaders the way he had been told the night before. Or
maybe quronos shrank when left out in the night air.
"Let's go someplace where we can sit down. And, incidentally, just
call me 'sir' or 'captain.'"
"Yes, sir."
Barnhart nodded. He had been expecting: Yes, Master, I will call you
'captain.'
But the alien didn't move. He finally decided that the Leader thought
they could sit on the ground where they were standing.
Barnhart squatted.
The Leader squatted.
Before they could speak a muffled explosion vibrated the ground and
Barnhart caught a fleeting glimpse of an unstable chemical rocket
tearing jerkily into the maroon sky.
"Celebration for my arrival?" Barnhart asked.
"Perhaps so. We are putting the un-needed ones in status."
He decided to let that ride for the moment.
"Tell me, why didn't you recognize me before I joined you in your—
ritual, Leader?"
The alien tilted his head. "What was there to recognize? We thought
you were some new variety of animal. Before you xenogutted how
were we to know you were rational life?"
Barnhart nodded. "But how did you so cleverly deduce that I was
your Master?"
"There are one hundred of us. You were the one hundred and first.
You had to be the Master returned."
The Master had been some friendly lifeform in the Federation,
obviously. Otherwise the qurono androids wouldn't speak Galactic.
Barnhart nibbled on his under lip.
"I want to find out how much you still know after the Master has
been away so long," the captain said. "Tell me, how do you
communicate with the Master?"
"What for?" The Leader began to look at Barnhart oddly.
"For anything. Where's the sub-space radio?"
The direct approach produced a rather ironic expression on the
qurono's narrow face but no answer. But if there was a radio on the
planet Barnhart meant to find it. Spacemen forced to abandon their
craft were required to report to the nearest Federation base as
quickly as possible. Besides, he meant to see that Simmons and his
Anglo stooge and all the others paid for their mutiny. But, he
decided, perhaps he had better not press the matter at the moment.
Another rocket punctuated the moment of silence.
"Take me to your launching area," Barnhart said.
The android stood up and walked. But he walked at Barnhart's side,
forcing the captain to catch his stride a half-step to let the alien lead
him. He wasn't sure if it was a mark of respect not to get ahead of
the Master or an attempt to see if he knew where the launching site
was located. The quronos were limited, but just how limited
Barnhart was beginning to wonder.

They rounded the clump of drooping lavender trees and Barnhart

saw the eight men laying on the ground in the transparent casings.
Not men, but quronos, he corrected himself; in a molded clear
membrane of some sort.
"They are in status," the Leader explained, answering the captain's
unasked question.
"This is how you keep your population at one hundred," Barnhart
thought aloud, removing his glasses to rest his eyes and to get a
better look at the bodies. Despite regulations he could still see better
without his spectacles.
"It is how you arranged it, Master. But as you know we are now
ninety and one."
The captain put his glasses back on. "I'll test you. Why are you now
ninety and one?"
"Naturally," the Leader said emotionlessly, "you required a whole
shelter unit to yourself. We had to dispose of the ten who previously
had the unit."
Barnhart swallowed. "Couldn't you think of anything less drastic?
Next time just build a new unit."
"But master," the alien protested, "it takes a great deal of work to
construct our units. Our lumber escapes so badly no matter how
often we beat it into submission. Our work capacity is limited, as you
are aware. Is it really desirable to overwork us so much?"
The captain was a little shocked. Was this humorless, methodical
android really protesting a command from his Master? "How do you
suppose the ten you are putting in status feel about it?" he
managed.
"They would doubtlessly prefer not to be overworked. Our fatigue
channels can only stand so much."
But it wasn't the work, Barnhart suddenly knew. It was the idea that
there could be eleven houses, instead of ten. The concept of only
ninety quronos and a master must be only slightly less hideous to
them. They couldn't really be so overjoyed to see him.
A third rocket jarred off, rising unsteadily but surely in the low
gravity. It was a fairly primitive device—evidently all they retained
from the original model supplied them by the Master.
Barnhart looked at the figures on the ground. Only seven.
"The ones in status go into the rockets!" Barnhart gasped.
"And circle in the proper orbits," the Leader agreed.
This time he saw the quronos lifting a stiff form and taking it to the
crude rocket. It looked entirely too much like a human body.
Barnhart looked away.
But at the edge of his peripheral vision he saw the quronos halt and
stand up their fellow in status. He glanced at his wrist. Fifteen
hundred hours. The aliens began geoplancting.
Barnhart ran his tongue over his teeth, noting that they needed
brushing. He came to himself with a start.
Of course. He had almost forgot.
Barnhart faced the others and joined them in geoplancting.
A hideous cry built from one plateau of fury to another.
"He's no better than us!" the Leader screamed.

Ninth day

I have made a serious mistake.

While it was necessary for me to conform to the quronos' ritual to
get myself recognized, I should not have continued to adhere to it.
Apparently by these creatures' warped reasoning I established
myself as a reasoning creature by first joining them in their routine;
but when I continued to act in accord with them I proved myself no
better than they are. As Master I am supposed to be superior and
above their mundane routine.
At the moment they are milling belligerently outside my force-field
screen. As I look into their stupid, imaginationless faces I can only
think that somewhere in the past they were invented by some
unorthodox Terran scientist, probably of English descent. They—
Wait.
The force field. It's wavering. It must have been damaged when it
got tramped underfoot. They are going to get in to me. It—
Barnhart watched them prepare the rocket that would blast him into
an orbit circling the planet. He could see and even hear the sound
that vibrated through the thin membrane in which he was encased,
but he could not move a nerve-end. Fortunately his eyes were
focused on infinity, so he could see everything at least blurrily.
The Leader, who seemed to have grown a few inches, wasted no
time. He gave the orders and the quronos lifted him into the rocket.
The hatch closed down on the indigo day and he was alone.
The blast of takeoff almost deafened him but he didn't feel the jar—
only because, he realized, he could feel nothing.
A few weeks later the centrifugal force of the spinning rocket finally
nudged the latch and the hatch swung open. Barnhart was exposed
to naked fire-bright blackness itself.
After a day or two he stopped worrying about that, as he had
stopped fretting about breathing.
He grew accustomed to the regular turn around the planet every
fourteen hours. For two out of every three seconds he faced out into
space and that was always changing. Yet, all poetry aside, the
change was always the same.
He didn't have to worry about keeping on a schedule. He kept on
one automatically.
And he didn't like it.
So he kept retreating further and further from it....

"We couldn't leave him there!"

What? Who? Barnhart thought along with at least seven other
double-yous. He returned to himself and found that he was standing
in the airlock of a spaceship, faced by his first mate Simmons and his
stooge York.
"We couldn't leave him there," Simmons repeated with feeling. "That
would be the nastiest kind of murder. We might maroon him. But
none of us are killers."
"It's not the punishment we will get for the mutiny," York
complained. "It's having to go back to his old routine. That time-
schedule mind of his was derailing mine. He was driving the whole
crew cockeyed. Even if he wasn't going to kill us all by the rule book,
I think we would have had to maroon him just to get rid of him."
Simmons fingered a thin-bladed tool knife. "I wonder how he got up
there in that rocket and in this transparent shroud? I'm sure he's
alive, but this is the most unorthodox Susp-An I've ever seen. Almost
makes you believe in destiny, the way we lost our coordinate
settings and had to back-track—and then found him out there. ("I'll
bet he jimmied the calculator," York grouched.) You know, York, it's
almost as if the world down there marooned him right back at us."
The first mate inserted the knife blade. The membrane withered and
Barnhart lived.
"Now the arrest," York murmured.
"What are you muttering about, York?" Captain Barnhart demanded.
"What are we standing around here for? You can't expect me to
waste a whole afternoon on inspection. We have to get back on
schedule." He looked to his wrist. "Fifteen hundred hours."
"He doesn't remember," York said behind him.
"He remembers the same old routine," Simmons said. "Here we go
again."
Barnhart didn't say anything. In the close confines of a spaceship
there was bound to be a certain degree of informality.
He stepped inside his cabin at the end of the corridor and did what
he always did at fifteen hundred hours.
York and the first mate were deeply disturbed.
Barnhart looked out at them sharply. "Well, spacemen, I run a taut
ship here. I expect everyone to hit the mark. Adhere to the line.
Follow my example. Snap to it!"
Simmons looked at York and his shoulders sagged. They couldn't go
through the whole thing again, the marooning, the rescue, then this.
That routine would drive them crazy.
Even this was preferable.
They joined Barnhart in geoplancting.
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