million cars stood empty along the beach. I wonder how many people will understand the rich symbolism behind this story. Lemmings By Richard Matheson "Where do they all come from?" Reordon asked. "Everywhere," said Carmack. They were standing on the coast highway. As far as they could see there was nothing but cars. Thousands of cars were jammed bumper to bumper and pressed side to side. The highway was solid with them. "Here come some more," said Carmack. The two policemen looked at the crowd of people walking toward the beach. Many of them talked and laughed. Some of them were very quiet and serious. But they all walked toward the beach. Reordon shook his head. "I don't get it," he said for the hundredth time that week. "I just don't get it." Carmack shrugged. "Don't think about it," he said. "It's happening. What else is there?" "But it's crazy." "Well, there they go." said Carmack. As the two policemen watched, the crowd of people moved across the gray sands of the beach and walked into the water. Some of them started swimming. Most of them couldn't because of their clothes. Carmack saw a young woman flailing at the water and dragged down by the fur coat she was wearing. In several minutes they were all gone. The two policemen stared at the place where the people had walked into the water. "How long does it go on?" Reordon asked. "Until they're gone, I guess," said Carmack. "But why?" "You