"Uh, no. I should have introduced myself. I"m Andrew Jackson Libby."
"Lazarus Long."
"I know. I was at the meeting last night."
""Libby . . . Libby," Lazarus mused. "Don"t seem to place it in the Families. Seems familiar, though."
"My case is a little like yours-"
"Changed it during the Interregnum, eh?"
"Yes and no. I was born after the Second Revolution. But my people had been converted to the New Crusade and had broken with the Families and changed their name. I was a grown man before I knew I was a Member."
"The deuce you say! That"s interesting-how did you come to be located . . . if you don"t mind my asking?"
"Well, you see I was in the Navy and one of my superior officers-"
"Got it! Got it! I thought you were a s.p.a.ceman. You"re Slipstick Libby, the Calculator."
Libby grinned sheepishly. "I have been called that."
"Sure, sure. The last can I piloted was equipped with your paragravitic rectifier. And the control bank used your fractional differential on the steering jets. But I installed that myself-kinda borrowed your patent."
Libby seemed undisturbed by the theft. His face lit up. "You are interested in symbolic logic?"
"Only pragmatically. But look, I put a modification on your gadget that derives from the rejected alternatives in your thirteenth equation. It helps like this: suppose you are cruising in a field of density "x" with an n-order gradient normal to your course and you want to set your optimum course for a projected point of rendezvous capital "A" at matching-in vector "rho" using automatic selection the entire jump, then if-"
They drifted entirely away from Basic English as used by earthbound laymen. The newsbox beside them continued to hunt; three times it spoke up, each time Libby touched the rejection b.u.t.ton without consciously hearing it.
"I see your point," he said at last. "I had considered a somewhat similar modification but concluded that it was not commercially feasible, too expensive for anyone but enthusiasts such as yourself. But your solution is cheaper than mine."
"How do you figure that?"
"Why, it"s obvious from the data. Your device contains sixty-two moving parts, which should require, if we a.s.sume standardized fabrication processes, a probable-" Libby hesitated momentarily as if he were programming the problem. "-a probable optimax of five thousand two hundred and eleven operation in manufacture a.s.suming null-therblig automation, whereas mine-"
Lazarus b.u.t.ted in. "Andy," he inquired solicitously, "does your head ever ache?"
Libby looked sheepish again. "There"s nothing abnormal about my talent," he protested. "It is theoretically possible to develop it in any normal person."
"Sure," agreed Lazarus, "and you can teach a snake to tap dance once you get shoes on him. Never mind, I"m glad to have fallen in with you. I heard stories about you way back when you were a kid. You were in the Cosmic Construction Corps, weren"t you?"
Libby nodded. "Earth-Mars Spot Three."
"Yeah, that was it-chap on Mars gimme the yarn. Trader at Drywater. I knew your maternal grandfather, too. Stiffnecked old coot."
"I suppose he was."
"He was, all right. I had quite a set-to with him at the Meeting in 2012. He had a powerful vocabulary." Lazarus frowned slightly. "Funny thing, Andy . . . I recall that vividly, I"ve always had a good memory-yet it seems to be getting harder for me to keep things straight. Especially this last century."
"Inescapable mathematical necessity," said Libby.
"Huh? Why?"
"Life experience is linearly additive, but the correlation of memory impressions is an unlimited expansion. If mankind lived as long as a thousand years, it would be necessary to invent some totally different method of memory a.s.sociation in order to be eclectively time-binding. A man would otherwise flounder helplessly in the wealth of his own knowledge, unable to evaluate. Insanity, or feeble-mindedness."
"That so?" Lazarus suddenly looked worried. "Then we"d better get busy on it."
"Oh, it"s quite possible of solution." "Let"s work on it. Let"s not get caught short."
The newsbox again demanded attention, this time with the buzzer and flashing light of a spot bulletin: "Hearken to the DATA, flash! Nigh Council Suspends Covenant! Under the Emergency Situation clause of the Covenant an unprecedented Action-in-Council was announced today directing the Administrator to detain and question all members of the so-called Howard Families-by any means expedient! The Administrator authorized that the following statement be released by all licensed news outlets: (I quote) "The suspension of the Covenant"s civil guarantees applies only to the group known as the Howard Families except that government agents are empowered to act as circ.u.mstances require to apprehend speedily the persons affected by the Action-in-Council. Citizens are urged to tolerate cheerfully any minor inconvenience this may cause them; your right of privacy will be respected in every way possible; your right of free movement may be interrupted temporarily, but full economic rest.i.tution will be made."
"Now, Friends and Citizens, what does this mean?-to you and you and also you! The DAILY DATA brings you now your popular commentator, Albert Reifsnider: "Reifsnider reporting: Service, Citizens! There is no cause for alarm. To the average free citizen this emergency will be somewhat less troublesome than a low-pressure minimum too big for the weather machines. Take it easy! Relax! Help the proctors when requested and tend to your private affairs. If inconvenienced, don"t stand on custom-cooperate with Service!
"That"s what it means today. What does it mean tomorrow and the day after that? Next year? It means that your public servants have taken a forthright step to obtain for you the boon of a longer and happier life! Don"t get your hopes too high . . . but it looks like the dawn of a new day. Ah, indeed it does! The jealously guarded secret of a selfish few will soon--"
Long raised an eyebrow at Libby, then switched it off.
"I suppose that," Libby said bitterly, "is an example of "factual detachment in news reporting.""
Lazarus opened his pouch and struck a cigarette before replying. "Take it easy, Andy. There are bad times and good times. We"re overdue for bad times. The people are on the march again . . . this time at us."
Chapter 3.
THE BURROW KNOWN as the Families" Seat became jammed as the day wore on. Members kept trickling in, arriving by tunnels from downstare and from Indiana. As soon as it was dark a traffic jam developed at the underground pool entrance-sporting subs, fake ground cars such as Mary"s, ostensible surface cruisers modified to dive, each craft loaded with refugees some half suffocated from lying in hiding on deep bottom most of the day while waiting for a chance to sneak in.
The usual meeting room was much too small to handle the crowd; the resident staff cleared the largest room, the refectory, and removed part.i.tions separating it from the main lounge. There at midnight Lazarus climbed onto a temporary rostrum. "Okay," he announced, "let"s pipe it down. You down in front sit on the floor so the rest can see. I was born in 1912. Anybody older?"
He paused, then added, "Nominations for chairman speak up."
Three were proposed; before a fourth could be offered the last man nominated got to his feet. "Axel Johnson, of the Johnson Family. I want my name withdrawn and I suggest that the others do likewise. Lazarus cut through the fog last night; let him handle it. This is no time for Family politics."
The other names were withdrawn; no more were offered. Lazarus said, "Okay if that"s the way you want it. Before we get down to arguing I want a report from the Chief Trustee. How about it, Zack? Any of our kinfolk get nabbed?"
Zaccur Barstow did not need to identify himself; he simply said, "Speaking for the Trustees: our report is not complete, but we do not as yet know that any Member has been arrested. Of the nine thousand two hundred and eighty-five revealed Members, nine thousand one hundred and six had been reported, when I left the communication office ten minutes ago, as having reached hiding, in other Family strongholds, or in the homes of unrevealed Members, or elsewhere. Mary Sperling"s warning was amazingly successful in view of how short the time was from the alarm to the public execution of the Action-in-Council-but we still have one hundred and seventy-nine revealed cousins unreported. Probably most of these will trickle in during the next few days. Others are probably safe but unable to get in touch with us."
"Get to the point, Zack," Lazarus insisted. "Any reasonable chance that all of them will make it home safe?"
"Absolutely none."
"Why?"
"Because three of them are known to be in public conveyances between here and the Moon, traveling under their revealed ident.i.ties. Others we don"t know about are almost certainly caught in similar predicaments."
"Question!" A c.o.c.ky little man near the front stood up and pointed his finger at the Chief Trustee. "Were all those Members now in jeopardy protected by hypnotic injunction?"
"No. There was no--"
"I demand to know why not!"
"Shut up!" bellowed Lazarus. "You"re out of order. n.o.body"s on trial here and we"ve got no time to waste on spilled milk. Go ahead, Zack."
"Very well. But I will answer the question to this extent: everyone knows that a proposal to protect our secrets by hypnotic means was voted down at the Meeting which relaxed the "Masquerade." I seem to recall that the cousin now objecting helped then to vote it down."
"That is not true! And I insist that--"
"PIPE DOWN!" Lazarus glared at the heckler, then looked him over carefully. "Bud, you strike me as a clear proof that the Foundation should "a" bred for brains instead of age." Lazarus looked around at the crowd. "Everybody will get his say, but in order as recognized by the chair. If he b.u.t.ts in again, I"m going to gag him with his own teeth-is my ruling sustained?"
There was a murmur of mixed shock and approval; no one objected. Zaccur Barstow went on, "On the advice of Ralph Schultz the trustees have been proceeding quietly for the past three months to persuade revealed Members to undergo hypnotic instruction. We were largely successful." He paused.
"Make it march, Zack," Lazarus urged. "Are we covered? Or not?"
"We are not. At least two of our cousins certain to be arrested are not so protected."
Lazarus shrugged. "That tears it. Kinfolk, the game"s over. One shot in the arm of babble juice and the "Masquerade" is over. It"s a new situation-or will be in a few hours. What do you propose to do about it?"
In the control room of the Antipodes Rocket Wallaby, South Flight, the telecom hummed, went spung! and stuck out a tab like an impudent tongue. The copilot rocked forward in his gymbals, pulled out the message and tore it off.
He read it, then reread it. "Skipper, brace yourself."
"Trouble?"
"Read it."
The captain did so, and whistled. "b.l.o.o.d.y! I"ve never arrested anybody. I don"t believe I"ve even seen anybody arrested. How do we start?"
"I bow to your superior authority."
"That so?" the captain said in nettled tones. "Now that you"re through bowing you can tool aft and make the arrest."
"Uh? That"s not what I meant. You"re the bloke with the authority. I"ll relieve you at the conn."
"You didn"t read me. I"m delegating the authority. Carry out your orders."
"Just a moment, Al, I didn"t sign up for--"
"Carry out your orders!"
"Aye aye, sir!"
The copilot went aft. The ship had completed its reentry, was in its long, flat, screaming approach-glide; he was able to walk-he wondered what an arrest in free-fall would be like? Snag him with a b.u.t.terfly net? He located the pa.s.senger by seat check, touched his arm. "Service, sir. There"s been a clerical error. May I see your ticket?"
"Why, certainly."
"Would you mind stepping back to the reserve stateroom? It"s quieter there and we can both sit down."
"Not at all."
Once they were in the private compartment the chief officer asked the pa.s.senger to sit down, then looked annoyed. "Stupid of me!-I"ve left my lists in the control room." He turned and left. As the door slid to behind him, the pa.s.senger heard an unexpected click. Suddenly suspicious, he tried the door. It was locked.
Two proctors came for him at Melbourne. As they escorted him through the skyport he could hear remarks from a curious and surprisingly unfriendly crowd: "There"s one of the laddies now!" "Him? My word, he doesn"t look old." "What price ape glands?" "Don"t stare, Herbert." "Why not? Not half bad enough for him."
They took him to the office of the Chief Provost, who invited him to sit down with formal civility. "Now then, sir," the Provost said with a slight local tw.a.n.g, "if you will help us by letting the orderly make a slight injection in your arm--"
"For what purpose?"
"You want to be socially cooperative, I"m sure. It won"t hurt you."
"That"s beside the point. I insist on an explanation. I am a citizen of the United States."
"So you are, but the Federation has concurrent jurisdiction in any member state-and I am acting under its authority. Now bare your arm, please."
"I refuse. I stand on my civil rights."
"Grab him, lads."
It took four men to do it. Even before the injector touched his skin, his jaw set and a look of sudden agony came into his face. He then sat quietly, listlessly, while the peace officers waited for the drug to take effect. Presently the Provost gently rolled back one of the prisoner"s eyelids and said, "I think he"s ready. He doesn"t weigh over ten stone; it has. .h.i.t him rather fast. Where"s that list of questions?"
A deputy handed it to him; he began, "Horace Foote, do you hear me?"
The man"s lips twitched, he seemed about to speak. His mouth opened and blood gushed down his chest.
The Provost bellowed and grabbed the prisoner"s head, made quick examination. "Surgeon! He"s bitten his tongue half out of his head!"
The captain of the Luna City Shuttle Moonbeam scowled at the message in his hand. "What child"s play is this?" He glared at his third officer. "Tell me that, Mister."
The third officer studied the overhead. Fuming, the captain held the message at arm"s length, peered at it and read aloud: "-imperative that subject persons be prevented from doing themselves injury. You are directed to render them unconscious without warning them." He shoved the flimsy away from him. "What do they think I"m running? Coventry? Who do they think they are?-telling me in my ship what I must do with my pa.s.sengers! I won"t-so help me, I won"t! There"s no rule requiring me to . . . is there, Mister?"
The third officer went on silently studying the ship"s structure.
The captain stopped pacing. "Purser! Purser! Why is that man never around when I want him?"
"I"m here, Captain."
"About time!"
"I"ve been here all along, sir."
"Don"t argue with me. Here-attend to this." He handed the dispatch to the purser and left.