Check and Checkmate.
by Walter Miller.
[Sidenote: _Victory hinges not always on the mightiest sword, but often on lowly subterfuge. Here is a cla.s.sic example, with the Western World as stooge!_]
John Smith XVI, new President of the Western Federation of Autonomous States, had made a number of campaign promises that n.o.body really expected him to fulfill, for after all, the campaign and the election were only ceremonies, and the President--who had no real name of his own--had been trained for the executive post since birth. He had been elected by a popular vote of 603,217,954 to 130, the dissenters casting their negative by announcing that, for the sake of national unity, they refused to partic.i.p.ate in any civilized activities during the President"s term, whereupon they were admitted (voluntarily) to the camp for conscientious objectors.
But now, two weeks after his inauguration, he seemed ready to make good the first and perhaps most difficult promise of the lot: to confer by televiewphone with Ivan Ivanovitch the Ninth, the Peoplesfriend and Vicar of the Asian Proletarian League. The President apparently meant to keep to himself the secret of his success in the difficult task of arranging the interview in spite of the lack of any diplomatic contact between the nations, in spite of the h.e.l.l Wall, and the interference stations which made even radio communication impossible between the two halves of the globe. Someone had suggested that John Smith XVI had floated a note to Ivan IX in a bottle, and the suggestion, though ludicrous, seemed not at all unlikely.
John XVI seemed quite pleased with himself as he sat with his staff of Primary Stand-ins in the study of his presidential palace. His face, of course, was invisible behind the golden mask of the official helmet, the mask of tragedy with its expression of pathos symbolizing the self-immolation of public service--as well as protecting the President"s own personal visage from public view, and hence from a.s.sa.s.sination in unmasked private life, for not only was he publicly nameless, but also publicly faceless and publicly unknown as an individual. But despite the invisibility of his expression, his contentment became apparent by a certain briskness of gesticulation and a certain smugness in his voice as he spoke to the nine Stand-ins who were also bodyguards, council-members, and advisors to the chief executive.
"Think of it, men," he sighed happily in his smooth tenor, slightly m.u.f.fled by the mask. "Communication with the East--after forty years of the Big Silence. A great moment in history, perhaps the greatest since the last peace-effort."
The nine men nodded dutifully. The President looked around at them and chuckled.
""Peace-effort"," he echoed, spitting the words out distinctly as if they were a pair of phonetic specimens. "Do you remember what it used to be called--in the middle of the last century?"
A brief silence, then a Stand-in frowned thoughtfully. "Called it "war", didn"t they, John?"
"Precisely." The golden helmet nodded crisply. ""War"--and now "peace-effort". Our semantics has progressed. Our present "security-probe" was once called "lynch". "Social-security" once meant a limited insurance plan, not connoting euthanasia and sterilization for the ellie-moes. And that word "ellie-moe"--once eleemosynary--was once applied to inst.i.tutions that took _care_ of the handicapped."
He waited for the burst of laughter to subside. A Stand-in, still chuckling, spoke up.
"It"s our inst.i.tutions that have evolved, John."
"True enough," the President agreed. "But as they changed, most of them kept their own names. Like "the Presidency". It used to be rabble-chosen, as our ceremonies imply. Then the Qualifications Amendment that limited it to the psychologically fit. And then the Education Amendment prescribed other qualifying rules. And the Genetic Amendment, and the Selection Amendment, and finally the seclusion and depersonalization. Until it gradually got out of the rabble"s hands, except symbolically." He paused. "Still, it"s good to keep the old names. As long as the names don"t change, the rabble is happy, and say, "We have preserved the Pan-American way of life"."
"While the rabble is really impotent," added a Stand-in.
"Don"t say that!" John Smith XVI snapped irritably, sitting quickly erect on the self-conforming couch. "And if you believe it, you"re a fool." His voice went sardonic. "Why don"t you try abolishing me and find out?"
"Sorry, John. I didn"t mean--"
The President stood up and paced slowly toward the window where he stood gazing between the breeze-stirred drapes at the sun-swept city of Acapulco and at the breakers rolling toward the distant beach.
"No, my power is of the rabble," he confessed, "and I am their friend."
He turned to look at them and laugh. "Should I build my power on men like you? Or the Secondary Stand-ins? Baa! For all your securities, you are still stooges. Of the rabble. Do you obey me because I control military force? Or because I control rabble? The latter I think. For despite precautions, military forces can be corrupted. Rabble cannot.
They rule you through me, and I rule you through them. And I am their servant because I have to be. No tyrant can survive by oppression."
A gloomy hush followed his words. It was still fourteen minutes before time for the televiewphone contact with Ivan Ivanovitch IX. The President turned back to the "window". He stared "outside" until he grew tired of the view. He pressed a b.u.t.ton on the wall. The window went black. He pressed another b.u.t.ton, which brought another view: Pike"s Peak at sunset. As the sky gathered gray twilight, he twisted a dial and ran the sun back up again.
The palace was built two hundred feet underground, and the study was a safe with walls of eight-inch steel. It lent a certain air of security.
The historic moment was approaching. The Stand-ins seemed nervous. What changes had occurred behind the h.e.l.l Wall, what new developments in science, what political mutations? Only rumors came from beyond the Wall, since the last big peace-effort which had ended in stalemate and total isolation. The intelligence service did the best that it could, but the picture was fuzzy and incomplete. There was still "communism", but the word"s meaning had apparently changed. It was said that the third Ivan had been a crafty opportunist but also a wise man who, although he did nothing to abolish absolutism, effected a b.l.o.o.d.y reformation in which the hair-splitting Marxist dogmatics had been purged. He appointed the most pragmatic men he could find to succeed them, and set the whole continental regime on the road to a harsh but practical utilitarian civilization.
A slogan had leaked across the Wall recently: "There is no G.o.d but a Practical Man; there is no Law but a Best Solution," and it seemed to affirm that the third Ivan"s influence had continued after his pa.s.sing--although the slogan itself was a dogma. And it might mean something quite non-literal to the people who spoke it. The rabble of the West were still stirred to deep emotion by a thing that began, "When in the course of human events--" and they saw nothing incongruous about Tertiary Stand-ins who quoted it in the name of the Federation"s rule.
But the unknown factor that disturbed the President most was not the present Asian political or economic situation, but rather, the state of scientific development, particularly as it applied to military matters.
The forty years of non-communication had not been spent in military stasis, at least not for the West. Sixty percent of the federal budget was still being spent for defense. Powerful new weapons were still being developed, and old ones p.r.o.nounced obsolete. The seventh John Smith had even conspired to have a conspiracy against himself in Argentina, with resulting civil war, so that the weapons could be tested under actual battle conditions--for the region had been overpopulated anyway. The results had been comforting--but John the Sixteenth wanted to know more about what the enemy was doing.
The h.e.l.l Wall--which was really only a globe-encircling belt of b.o.o.by-trapped land and ocean, guarded from both sides--had its political advantages, of course. The mysterious doings of the enemy, real and imagined, were a constant and suspenseful threat that made it easy for the Smiths to keep the rabble in hand. But for all the present Smith knew, the threat might very well be real. He had to find out. It would also be a popular triumph he could toss to the rabble, bolstering his position with them, and thereby securing his hold on the Primary, Secondary, and Tertiary Stand-ins, who were becoming a little too presumptuous of late.
He had a plan in mind, vague, tentative, and subject to constant revision to suit events as they might begin to occur. He kept the plan"s goal to himself, knowing that the Stand-ins would call it insane, dangerous, impossible.
"John! We"re picking up their station!" a Stand-in called. "It"s a minute before time!"
He left the window and walked calmly to the couch before the televiewphone, whose screen had come alive with the kaleidoscope patterns of the interference-station which sprang to life as soon as an enemy station tried to broadcast.
"Have the fools cut that scatter-station!" he barked angrily.
A Stand-in grabbed at a microphone, but before he made the call the interference stopped--a few seconds before the appointed time. The screen revealed an empty desk and a wall behind, with a flag of the Asian League. No one was in the picture, which was slightly blurred by several relay stations, which had been set up on short notice for this one broadcast.
A wall-clock peeped the hour in a childish voice: "Sixteen o"clock, Thirdday, Smithweek, also Accident-Prevention Week and Probe-Subversives Week; Happy 2073! Peep!"
A man walked into the picture and sat down, facing John Smith XVI. A heavy-set man, clad in coveralls, and wearing a red rubber or plastic helmet-mask. The mask was the face of the first Soviet dictator, dead over a century ago. John"s scalp bristled slightly beneath his own golden headdress. He tried to relax. The room was hushed. The opposing leaders stared at each other without speaking. Historic moment!
Ivan Ivanovitch slowly lifted his hand and waved it in greeting. John Smith returned the gesture, then summoned courage to speak first.
"You have translators at hand?"
"I need none," the red mask growled in the Western tongue. "You are unable to speak my tongue. We shall speak yours."
The President started. How could the Red know that he did not speak the Russo-Asian dialect?
"Very well." The President reached for a prepared text and began to read. "I requested this conference in the hope of establishing some form of contact between our peoples, through their duly const.i.tuted executive authorities. I hope that we can agree on a series of conferences, aimed eventually at a lessening of the tension between us. I do not propose that we alter our respective positions, nor to change our physical isolation from one another, except in the field of high-level diplomacy and...."
"Why?" grunted the Asian chieftain.
John Smith XVI hesitated. The gutteral monosyllable had been toneless and disinterested. The Red was going to draw him out, apparently. Very well, he would be frank--for a time.
"The answer should be evident, Peoplesfriend. I presume that your government spends a respectable sum for armaments. My government does likewise. The eventual aim should be economy...."
"Is this a disarmament proposal?"
The fellow was blunt. Smith cleared his throat. "Not at the present time, Peoplesfriend. I hoped that eventually we might be able to establish a mutual trust so that to some extent we could lessen the burden...."
"Stop talking Achesonian, President. What do you want?"
The President went rigid. "Very well," he said sarcastically, "I propose that we reduce military expenses by blowing the planet in half. The halves can circle each other as satellite twins, and we"ll have achieved perfect isolation. It would seem more economical than the present course."
He apparently had sized-up the Peoplesfriend correctly. The man threw back his masked head and laughed uproariously.