"Thank you, General." It looked as if there was something wrong with his skin, his face; and then I realized he was wearing powder and lipstick. His nails were smooth white almonds.
"I don"t know where to begin." He sucked in his upper lip and looked at us, frowning. "Things have changed so very much since I was a boy.
"I"m twenty-three, so I was still in diapers when you people left for Aleph ... to begin with, how many of you are h.o.m.os.e.xual?" n.o.body. "That doesn"t really surprise me. I am, of course. I guess about a third of everybody in Europe and America is.
"Most governments encourage h.o.m.os.e.xuality-the United Nations is neutral, leaves it up to the individual countries-they encourage h.o.m.olife mainly because it"s the one sure method of birth control."
That seemed specious to me. Our method of birth control in the army is pretty foolproof: all men making a deposit in the sperm bank, and then vasectomy.
"As the General said, the population of the world is nine billion. It"s more than doubled since you were drafted. And nearly two-thirds of those people get out of school only to go on relief.
"Speaking of school, how many years of public schooling did the government give you?
He was looking at me, so I answered. "Fourteen."
He nodded. "It"s eighteen now. More, if you don"t pa.s.s your examinations. And you"re required by law to pa.s.s your exams before you"re eligible for any job or Cla.s.s One relief. And brother-boy, anything besides Cla.s.s One is hard to live on. Yes?"
Hofstadter had his hand up.
"Sir, is it eighteen years public school in every country? Where do they find enough schools?"
"Oh, most people take the last five or six years at home or in a community center, via holoscreen. The UN has forty or fifty information channels, giving instruction twenty-four hours a day.
"But most of you won"t have to concern yourselves with that. If you"re in the Force, you"re already too smart by half."
He brushed hair from his eyes in a thoroughly feminine gesture, pouting a little.
"Let me do some history to you. I guess the first really important thing that happened after you left was the Ration War.
"That was 2007. A lot of things happened at once. Locust plague in North America, rice blight from Burma to the South China Sea, red tides all along the west coast of South America: suddenly there just wasn"t enough food to go around. The UN stepped in and took over food distribution. Every man, woman, and child got a ration booklet, allowing thim to consume so many calories per month. If tha went over ther monthly allotment, tha just went hungry until the first of the next month."
Some of the new people we"d picked up after Aleph used "tha, ther, thim" instead of "he, his, him," for the collective p.r.o.noun. I wondered whether it had become universal.
"Of course, an illegal market developed, and soon there was great inequality in the amount of food people in various strata of society consumed. A vengeance group in Ecuador, the Imparciales, systematically began to a.s.sa.s.sinate people who appeared to be well-fed. The idea caught on pretty quickly, and in a few months there was a full- scale, undeclared cla.s.s war going on all over the world. The United Nations managed to get things back under control in a year or so, by which time the population was down to four billion, crops were more or less recovered, and the food crisis was over.
They kept the rationing, but it"s never been really severe again.
"Incidentally, the General translated the money coming to you into dollars just for your own convenience. The world has only one currency now, calories. Your thirty- two thousand dollars comes to about three thousand million calories. Or three million x"s, kilocalories.
"Ever since the Ration War, the UN has encouraged subsistence farming wherever it"s practical. Food you grow yourself, of course, isn"t rationed. . . . It got people out of the cities, onto UN farming reservations, which helped alleviate some urban problems. But subsistence farming seems to encourage large families, so the population of the world has more than doubled since the Ration War.
"Also, we no longer have the abundance of electrical power I remember froth boyhood ... probably a good deal less than you remember. There are only a few places in the world where you can have power all day and night. They keep saying it"s a temporary situation, but it"s been going on for over a decade."
He went on like that for a long time. Well, h.e.l.l, it wasn"t really surprising, much of it. We"d probably spent more time in the past two years talking about what home was going to be like than about anything else. Unfortunately, most of the bad things we"d prognosticated seemed to have come true, and not many of the good things.
The worst thing for me, I guess, was that they"d taken over most of the good parkland and subdivided it into little farms. If you wanted to find some wilderness, you had to go someplace where they couldn"t possibly make a plant grow.
He said that the relations between people who chose h.o.m.olife and the ones he called "breeders" were quite smooth, but I wondered. I never had much trouble accepting h.o.m.os.e.xuals myself, but then I"d never had to cope with such an abundance of them.
He also said, in answer to an impolite question, that his powder and paint had nothing to do with his s.e.xual orientation. It was just stylish. I decided I"d be an anachronism and just wear my face.
I don"t guess it should have surprised me that language had changed considerably in twenty years. My parents were always saying things were "cool," joints were "gra.s.s," and so on.
We had to wait several weeks before we could get a ride back to Earth. We"d be going back on the Anniversary, but first she had to be taken apart and put back together again.
Meanwhile, we were put in cosy little two-man billets and released from all military responsibilities. Most of us spent our days down at the library, trying to catch up on twenty-two years of current events. Evenings, we"d get together at the Flowing Bowl, an NCO club. The privates, of course, weren"t supposed to be there, but we found that n.o.body argues with a person who has two of the fluorescent battle ribbons.
I was surprised that they served heroin fixes at the bar. The waiter said that you get a compensating shot to keep you from getting addicted to it. I got really stoned and tried one. Never again.
Sub-major Stott stayed at Stargate, where they were a.s.sembling a new Strike Force Alpha. The rest of us boarded the Anniversary and had a fairly pleasant six-month journey. Cortez didn"t insist on everything being capital-M military, so it was a lot better than the trip from Yod-4.
8.
I hadn"t given it too much thought, but of course we were celebrities on Earth: the first vets home from the war. The Secretary General greeted us at Kennedy and we had a week-long whirl of banquets, receptions, interviews, and all that. It was enjoyable enough, and profitable-I made a million K"s from Time-Life/ Fax-but we really saw little of Earth until after the novelty wore off and we were more or less allowed to go our own way.
I picked up the Washington monorail at Grand Central Station and headed home.
My mother had met me at Kennedy, suddenly and sadly old, and told me my father was dead. Flyer accident. I was going to stay with her until I could get a job.
She was living in Columbia, a satellite of Washington. She had moved back into the city after the Ration War-having moved out in 1980-and then failing services and rising crime had forced her out again.
She was waiting for me at the monorail station. Beside her stood a blond giant in a heavy black vinyl uniform, with a big gunpowder pistol on his hip and spiked bra.s.s knuckles on his right hand.
"William, this is Carl, my bodyguard and very dear friend." Carl slipped off the knuckles long enough to shake hands with surprising gentleness. "Pleasameecha Misser Mandella."
We got into a groundcar that had "Jefferson" written on it in bright orange letters. I thought that was an odd thing to name a car, but then found out that it was the name of the highrise Mother and Carl lived in. The groundcar was one of several that belonged to the community, and she paid 100K per kilometer for the use of it.
I had to admit that Columbia was rather pretty: formal gardens and lots of trees and gra.s.s. Even the high-rises, roughly conical jumbles of granite with trees growing out at odd places, looked more like mountains than buildings. We drove into the base of one of these mountains, down a well-lit corridor to where a number of other cars were parked. Carl carried my solitary bag to the elevator find set it down.
"Miz Mandella, if is awright witcha, I gots to go pick up Miz Freeman in like five.
She over West Branch."
"Sure, Carl, William can take care of me. He"s a soldier, you know." That"s right, I remember learning eight silent ways to kill a man. Maybe if things got really tight, I could get a job like Carl"s.
"Righty-oh, yeah, you tol" me. Wha.s.sit like, man?"
"Mostly boring," I said automatically. "When you aren"t bored, you"re scared."
He nodded wisely. "Tha.s.s what I heard. Miz Mandella, I be "vailable anytime affer six. Righty-oh?"
"That"s fine, Carl."
The elevator came and a tall skinny boy stepped out, an unlit joint dangling from his lips. Carl ran his fingers over the spikes on his knuckles, and the boy walked rapidly away.
"Gots to watch out fer them riders. T"care a yerself, Miz Mandella."
We got on the elevator and Mother punched 47. "What"s a rider?"
"Oh, they"re just young toughs who ride up and down the elevators looking for defenseless people without bodyguards. They aren"t too much of a problem here."
The forty-seventh floor was a huge mall filled with shops and offices. We went to a food store.
"Have you gotten your ration book yet, William?" I told her I hadn"t, but the Force had given me travel tickets worth a hundred thousand "calories" and I"d used up only half of them.
It was a little confusing, but they"d explained it to us. When the world went on a single currency, they"d tried to coordinate it with the food rationing in some way, hoping to eventually eliminate the ration books, so they"d made the new currency K"
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kilocalories, because that"s the unit for measuring the energy equivalent of food. But a person who eats 2,000 kilocalories of steak a day obviously has to pay more than a person eating the same amount of bread. So they inst.i.tuted a sliding "ration factor" so complicated that n.o.body could understand it. After a few weeks they were using the books again, but calling food kilocalories ".
calories ".
in an attempt to make things less confusing. Seemed to me they"d save a lot of trouble all around if they"d just call money dollars again, or rubles or sisterces or whatever . . . anything but kilocalories.
Food prices were astonishing, except for grains and legumes. I insisted on splurging on some good red meat: 1500 calories worth of ground beef, costing 1730x.
The same amount of fake-steak, made from soy beans, would have cost 80x.
I also got a head of lettuce for 140x and a little bottle of olive oil for 175x. Mother said she had some vinegar. Started to buy some mushrooms but she said she had a neighbor who grew them and could trade something from her balcony garden.
At her apartment on the ninety-second floor, she apologized for the smallness of the place. It didn"t seem so little to me, but then she"d never lived on a s.p.a.ceship.
Even this high up, there were bars on the windows. The door had four separate locks, one of which didn"t work because somebody had used a crowbar on it.
Mother went off to turn the ground beef into a meatloaf and I settled down with the evening "fax. She pulled some carrots from her little garden and called the mushroom lady, whose son came over to make the trade. He had a riot gun slung under his arm.
"Mother, where"s the rest of the Star?" I called into the kitchen. "As far as I know, it"s all there. What were you looking for?" "Well . . . I found the cla.s.sified section, but no "Help Wanted." " She laughed. "Son, there hasn"t been a "Help Wanted" ad in ten years. The government takes care of jobs . . . well, most of them."
"Everybody works for the government?"
"No, that"s not it." She came in, wiping her hands on a frayed towel. "The government, they tell us, handles the distribution of all natural resources. And there aren"t many resources more valuable than empty jobs.
"Well, I"ll go talk to them tomorrow."
"Don"t bother, son. How much retirement pay you say you"re getting from the Force?
"Twenty thousand x a month. Doesn"t look like it"ll go far."
"No, it won"t. But your father"s pension gave me less than half that, and they wouldn"t give me a job: Jobs are a.s.signed on a basis of need. And you"ve got to be living on rice and water before the Employment Board considers you needy."
"Well, h.e.l.l, it"s a bureaucracy-there must be somebody I can pay off, slip me into a good-"
"No. Sorry, that"s one part of the UN that"s absolutely incorruptible. The whole shebang is cybernetic, untouched by human souls. You can"t-"
"But you said you had a job!"
"I was getting to that. If you want a job badly enough, you can go to a dealer and sometimes get a hand-me-down."
"Hand-me-down? Dealer?"
"Take my job as an example, son. A woman named Hailey Williams has a job in a hospital, running a machine that a.n.a.lyzes blood, a chromatography machine. She works six nights a week, for 12,000x a week. She gets tired of working, so she contacts a dealer and lets him know that her job is available.
"Some time before this, I"d given the dealer his initial fee of 50,000K to get on his list. He comes by and describes the job to me and I say fine, I"ll take it. He knew I would and already has fake identification and a uniform. He distributes small bribes to the various supervisors who might know Miss Williams by sight.
"Miss Williams shows me how to run the machine and quits. She still gets the weekly 12,000K credited to her account, but she pays me half. I pay the dealer ten percent and wind up with 5400x per week. This, added to the nine grand I get monthly from your father"s pension, makes me quite comfortable.
"Then it gets complicated. Finding myself with plenty of money and too little time, I contact the dealer again, offering to sublet half my job. The next day a girl shows up who also has "Hailey Williams" identification. I show her how to run the machine, and she takes over Monday-Wednesday-Friday. Half of my real salary is 2700x, so she gets half that, 1350K, and pays the dealer 135."
She got a pad and a stylus and did some figuring. "So the real Hailey Williams gets 6000K weekly for doing nothing. I work three days a week for 4050K. My a.s.sistant works three days for 1115K. The dealer gets 100,000K in fees and 735K per week.
Lopsided, isn"t it?"
"Hmm . . . I"ll say. Quite illegal, too, I suppose."
"For the dealer. Everybody else might lose their job and have to start over, if the Employment Board finds out. But the dealer gets brainwiped."
"Guess I better find a dealer, while I can still afford the fifty-grand bite." Actually, I still had over three million, but planned to run through most of it in a short time.
h.e.l.l, I"d earned it.
I was getting ready to go the next morning when Mother came in with a s...o...b..x.
Inside, there was a small pistol in a clip-on holster.
"This belonged to your father," she explained. "Better wear it if you"re planning to go downtown without a bodyguard."
It was a gunpowder pistol with ridiculously thin bullets. I hefted it in my hand.
"Did Dad ever use it?"
"Several times . . . just to scare away riders and hitters, though. He never actually shot anybody."
"You"re probably right that I need a gun," I said, putting it back. "But I"d have to have something with more heft to it. Can I buy one legally?"
"Sure, there"s a gun store down in the Mall. As long as you don"t have a police record, you can buy anything that suits you." Good; I"d get a little pocket laser. I could hardly hit the wall with a gunpowder pistol.