A shipfitter, supervised by the purser, the hull officer, and the medical officer, made a slight change in the air-conditioning ducts to one cabin; two worried pa.s.sengers sloughed off their cares under the influence of a nonlethal dose of sleeping gas.
"Another report, sir."
"Leave it," the Administrator said in a tired voice.
"And Councilor Bork Vanning presents his compliments and requests an interview."
"Tell him that I regret that I am too busy."
"He insists on seeing you, sir."
Administrator Ford answered snappishly, "Then you may tell the Honorable Mr. Vanning that be does not give orders in this office!" The aide said nothing; Administrator Ford pressed his fingertips wearily against his forehead and went on slowly, "Na, Gerry, don"t tell him that. Be diplomatic but don"t let him in."
"Yes, sir."
When he was alone, the Administrator picked up the report. His eye skipped over official heading, date line, and file number: "Synopsis of Interview with Conditionally Proscribed Citizen Arthur Sperling, full transcript attached. Conditions of Interview: Subject received normal dosage of neosco., having previously received unmeasured dosage of gaseous hypnotal. Antidote--"How the devil could you cure subordinates of wordiness? Was there something in the soul of a career civil servant that cherished red tape? His eye skipped on down: "-stated that his name was Arthur Sperling of the Foote Family and gave his age as one hundred thirty-seven years. (Subject"s apparent age is forty-five plus-or-minus four: see bio report attached.) Subject admitted that he was a member of the Howard Families. He stated that the Families numbered slightly more than one hundred thousand members. He was asked to correct this and it was suggested to him that the correct number was nearer ten thousand. He persisted in his original statement."
The Administrator stopped and reread this part.
He skipped on down, looking for the key part: "-insisted that his long life was the result of his ancestry and had no other cause. Admitted that artificial means had been used to preserve his youthful appearance but maintained firmly that his life expectancy was inherent, not acquired. It was suggested to him that his elder relatives had subjected him without his knowledge to treatment in his early youth to increase his life span. Subject admitted possibility. On being pressed for names of persons who might have performed, or might be performing, such treatments he returned to his original statement that no such treatments exist.
"He gave the names (surprise a.s.sociation procedure) and in some cases the addresses of nearly two hundred members of his kin group not previously identified as such in our records. (List attached) His strength ebbed under this arduous technique and he sank into full apathy from which he could not be roused by any stimuli within the limits of his estimated tolerance (see Bio Report).
"Conclusions under Expedited a.n.a.lysis, Kelly-Holmes Approximation Method: Subject does not possess and does not believe in the Search Object. Does not remember experiencing Search Object but is mistaken. Knowledge of Search Object is limited to a small group, of the order of twenty. A member of this star group will be located through not more than triple-concatenation elimination search. (Probability of unity, subject to a.s.sumptions: first, that topologic social s.p.a.ce is continuous and is included in the physical s.p.a.ce of the Western Federation and, second, that at least one concatenative path exists between apprehended subjects and star group. Neither a.s.sumption can be verified as of this writing, but the first a.s.sumption is strongly supported by statistical a.n.a.lysis of the list of names supplied by Subject of previously unsuspected members of Howard kin group, which a.n.a.lysis also supports Subject"s estimate of total size of group, and second a.s.sumption when taken negatively postulates that star group holding Search Object has been able to apply it with no social-s.p.a.ce of contact, an absurdity.) "Estimated Time for Search: 71 hrs, plus-or-minus 20 hrs. Prediction but not time estimate vouched for by cognizant bureau. Time estimate will be re--"
Ford slapped the report on a stack cluttering his old-fashioned control desk. The dumb fools! Not to recognize a negative report when they saw one-yet they called themselves psychographers!
He buried his face in his hands in utter weariness and frustration.
Lazarus rapped on the table beside him, using the b.u.t.t of his blaster as a gavel. "Don"t interrupt the speaker," he boomed, then added, "Go ahead but cut it short."
Bertram Hardy nodded curtly. "I say again, these mayflies we see around us have no rights that we of the Families are bound to respect. We should deal with them with stea1th, with cunning, with guile, and when we eventually consolidate our position . . . with force! We are no more obligated to respect their welfare than a hunter is obliged to shout a warning at his quarry. The--"
There was a catcall from the rear of the room. Lazarus again banged for order and tried to spot the source. Hardy ploughed steadily on. "The so-called human race has split in two; it is time we admitted it. On one side, h.o.m.o vivens, ourselves . . . on the other-h.o.m.o moriturus! With the great lizards, with the sabertooth tiger and the bison, their day is done. We would no more mix our living blood with theirs than we would attempt to breed with apes. I say temporize with them, tell them any tale, a.s.sure them that we will bathe them in the fountain of youth-gain time, so that when these two naturally antagonistic races join battle, as they inevitably must, the victory will be ours!"
There was no applause but Lazarus could see wavering uncertainty in many faces. Bertram Hardy"s ideas ran counter to thought patterns of many years of gentle living yet his words seemed to ring with destiny. Lazarus did not believe in destiny; he believed in . . . well, never mind-but he wondered how Brother Bertram would look with both arms broken.
Eve Barstow got up. "If that is what Bertram means by the survival of the fittest," she said bitterly, "I"ll go live with the asocials in Coventry. However, he has offered a plan; I"ll have to offer another plan if I won"t take his. I won"t accept any plan which would have us live at the expense of our poor transient neighbors. Furthermore it is clear to me now that our mere presence, the simple fact of our rich heritage of life, is damaging to the spirit of our poor neighbor. Our longer years and richer opportunities make his best efforts seem futile to him-any effort save a hopeless struggle against an appointed death. Our mere presence saps his strength, ruins his judgment, fills him with panic fear of death.
"So I propose a plan. Let"s disclose ourselves, tell all the truth, and ask for our share of the Earth, some little corner where we may live apart. If our poor friends wish to surround it with a great barrier like that around Coventry, so be it-it is better that we never meet face to face."
Some expressions of doubt changed to approval. Ralph Schultz stood up. "Without prejudice to Eve"s basic plan, I must advise you that it is my professional opinion that the psychological insulation she proposes cannot be accomplished that easily. As long as we"re on this planet they won"t be able to put us out of their minds. Modern communications-"
"Then we must move to another planet!" she retorted.
"Where?" demanded Bertram Hardy. "Venus? I"d rather live in a steam bath. Mars? Worn-out and worthless."
"We will rebuild it," she insisted.
"Not in your lifetime nor mine. No, my dear Eve, your tenderheartedness sounds well but it doesn"t make sense. There is only one planet in the System fit to live on-we"re standing on it." Something in Bertram Hardy"s words set off a response in Lazarus Long"s brain, then the thought escaped him. Something . . . something that he had heard of said just a day or two ago . . . or was it longer than? Somehow it seemed to be a.s.sociated with his first trip out into s.p.a.ce, too, well over a century ago. Thunderation! it was maddening to have his memory play tricks on him like that-- Then he had it-the starship! The interstellar ship they were putting the finishing touches on out there between Earth and Luna. "Folks," he drawled, "before we table this idea of moving to another planet, let"s consider all the possibilities." He waited until he had their full attention. "Did you ever stop to think that not all the planets swing around this one Sun?"
Zaccur Barstow broke the silence. "Lazarus . . . are you making a serious suggestion?"
"Dead serious."
"It does not sound so. Perhaps you had better explain."
"I will." Lazarus faced the crowd. "There"s a s.p.a.ceship hanging out there in the sky, a roomy thing, built to make the long jumps between stars. Why don"t we take it and go looking for our own piece of real estate?"
Bertram Hardy was first to recover. "I don"t know whether our chairman is lightening the gloom with another of his wisecracks or not, but, a.s.suming that he is serious, I"ll answer. My objection to Mars applies to this wild scheme ten times over. I understand that the reckless fools who are actually intending to man that ship expect to make the jump in about a century -then maybe their grandchildren will find something, or maybe they won"t. Either way, I"m not interested. I don"t care to spend a century locked up in a steel tank, nor do I expect to live that long. I won"t buy it."
"Hold it," Lazarus told him. "Where"s Andy Libby?"
"Here," Libby answered! standing up.
"Come on down front. Slipstick, did you have anything to do with designing the new Centarus ship?"
"No. Neither this one nor the first one."
Lazarus spoke to the crowd. "That settles it. If that ship didn"t have Slipstick"s finger in the drive design, then she"s not as fast as she could be, not by a good big coefficient. Slipstick, better get busy on the problem, son. We"re likely to need a solution."
"But, Lazarus, you mustn"t a.s.sume that--"
"Aren"t there theoretical possibilities?"
"Well, you know there are, but--"
"Then get that carrot top of yours working on it."
"Well . . . all right." Libby blushed as pink as his hair.
"Just a moment, Lazarus." It was Zaccur Barstow. "I like this proposal and I think we should discuss it at length not let ourselves be frightened off by Brother Bertram"s distaste for it. Even if Brother Libby fails to find a better means of propulsion-and frankly, I don"t think he will; I know a little something of field mechanics-even so, I shan"t let a century frighten me. By using cold-rest and manning the ship in shifts, most of us should be able to complete one hop. There is--"
"What makes you think," demanded Bertram Hardy, "that they"ll let us man the ship anyhow?"
"Bert," Lazarus said coldly, "address the chair when you want to sound off. You"re not even a Family delegate. Last warning."
"As I was saying," Barstow continued, "there is an appropriateness in the long-lived exploring the stars. A mystic might call it our true vocation." He pondered. "As for the ship Lazarus suggested; perhaps they will not let us have that . . . but the Families are rich. If we need a starship-or ships-we can build them, we can pay for them. I think we had better hope that they will let us do this . . . for it may be that there is no way, not another way of any sort, out of our dilemma which does not include our own extermination."
Barstow spoke these last words softly and slowly, with great sadness. They bit into the company like damp chill. To most of them the problem was so new as not yet to be real; no one had voiced the possible consequence of failing to find a solution satisfactory to the short-lived majority. For their senior trustee to speak soberly of his fear that the Families might be exterminated-hunted down and killed-stirred up in each one the ghost they never mentioned.
"Well," Lazarus said briskly when the silence had grown painful, "before we work this idea over, let"s hear what other plan anyone has to offer. Speak up."
A messenger hurried in and spoke to Zaccur Barstow. He looked startled and seemed to ask to have the message repeated. He then hurried across the rostrum to Lazarus, whispered to him. Lazarus looked startled. Barstow hurried out.
Lazarus looked back at the crowd. "We"ll take a recess," he announced. "Give you time to think about other plans and time for a stretch and a smoke." He reached for his pouch.
"What"s up?" someone called out.
Lazarus struck a cigarette, took a long drag, let it drift out. "We"ll have to wait and see," he said. "I don"t know. But at least half a dozen of the plans put forward tonight we won"t have to bother to vote on. The situation has changed again-how much, I couldn"t say."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Lazarus drawled, "it seems the Federation Administrator wanted to talk to Zack Barstow right away. He asked for him by name . . . and he called over our secret Families" circuit."
"Huh? That"s impossible!"
"Yep. So is a baby, son."
Chapter 4.
ZACCUR BARSTOW TRIED to quiet himself down as he hurried into the phone booth.
At the other end of the same videophone circuit the Honorable Slayton Ford was doing the same thing-trying to calm his nerves. He did not underrate himself. A long and brilliant public career crowned by years as Administrator for the Council and under the Covenant of the Western Administration had made Ford aware of his own superior ability and unmatched experience; no ordinary man could possibly make him feel at a disadvantage in negotiation.
But this was different.
What would a man be like who had lived more than two ordinary lifetimes? Worse than that-a man who had had four or five times the adult experience that Ford himself had had? Slayton Ford knew that his own opinions had changed and changed again since his own boyhood; he knew that the boy he had been, or even the able young man he had been, would be no match for the mature man he had become. So what would this Barstow be like? Presumably he was the most able, the most astute, of a group all of whom had had much more experience than Ford could possibly have-how could he guess such a man"s evaluations, intentions, ways of thinking, his possible resources?
Ford was certain of only one thing: he did not intend to trade Manhattan Island for twenty-four dollars and a case of whisky, nor sell humanity"s birthright for a mess of pottage.
He studied Barstow"s face as the image appeared in his phone. A good face and strong . . . it would be useless to try to bully this man. And the man looked young-why, he looked younger than Ford himself! The subconscious image of the Administrator"s own stern and implacable grandfather faded out of his mind and his tension eased off. He said quietly, "You are Citizen Zaccur Barstow?"
"Yes, Mister Administrator."
"You are chief executive of the Howard Families?"
"I am the current speaker trustee of our Families" Foundation. But I am responsible to my cousins rather than in authority over them."
Ford brushed it aside. "I a.s.sume that your position carries with it leadership. I can"t negotiate with a hundred thousand people."
Barstow did not blink. He saw the power play in the sudden admission that the administration knew the true numbers of the Families and discounted it. He had already adjusted himself to the shock of learning that the Families" secret headquarters was no longer secret and the still more upsetting fact that the Administrator knew how to tap into their private communication system; it simply proved that one or more Members had been caught and forced to talk.
So it was now almost certain that the authorities already knew every important fact about the Families.
Therefore it was useless to try to bluff-just the same, don"t volunteer any information; they might not have all the facts this soon.
Barstow answered without noticeable pause. "What is it you wish to discuss with me, sir?"
"The policy of the Administration toward your kin group. The welfare of yourself and your relatives."
Barstow shrugged. "What can we discuss? The Covenant has been tossed aside and you have been given power to do as you like with us-to squeeze a secret out of us that we don"t have. What can we do but pray for mercy?"
"Please!" The Administrator gestured his annoyance. "Why fence with me? We have a problem, you and I. Let"s discuss it openly and try to reach a solution. Yes?"
Barstow answered slowly, "I would like to . . . and I believe that you would like to, also. But the problem is based on a false a.s.sumption, that we, the Howard Families, know how to lengthen human life. We don"t."
"Suppose I tell you that I know there is no such secret?"
"Mmm . . . I would like to believe you. But how can you reconcile that with the persecution of my people? You"ve been harrying us like rats."
Ford made a wry face. "There is an old, old story about a theologian who was asked to reconcile the doctrine of Divine mercy with the doctrine of infant d.a.m.nation. "The Almighty," he explained, "finds it necessary to do things in His official and public capacity which in His private and personal capacity He deplores.""
Barstow smiled in spite of himself. "I see the a.n.a.logy. Is it actually pertinent?"
"I think it is."
"So. You didn"t call me simply to make a headsman"s apology?"
"No. I hope not. You keep in touch with politics? I"m sure you must; your position would require it." Barstow nodded; Ford explained at length: Ford"s administration had been the longest since the signing of the Covenant; he had lasted through four Councils. Nevertheless his control was now so shaky that he could not risk forcing a vote of confidence-certainly not over the Howard Families. On that issue his nominal majority was already a minority. If he refused the present decision of the Council, forced it to a vote of confidence, Ford would be out of office and the present minority leader would take over as administrator. "You follow me? I can either stay in office and try to cope with this problem while restricted by a Council directive with which I do not agree . . . or I can drop out and let my successor handle it."
"Surely you"re not asking my advice?"
"No, no! Not on that. I"ve made my decision. The Action-in-Council would have been carried out in any case, either by me or by Mr. Vanning-so I decided to do it. The question is: will I have your help, or will I not?"
Barstow hesitated, while rapidly reviewing Ford"s political career in his mind. The earlier part of Ford"s long administration had been almost a golden age of statesmanship. A wise and practical man, Ford had shaped into workable rules the principles of human freedom set forth by Novak in the language of the Covenant. It had been a period of good will, of prosperous expansion, of civilizing processes which seemed to be permanent, irreversible.
Nevertheless a setback had come and Barstow understood the reasons at least as well as Ford did. Whenever the citizens fix their attention on one issue to the exclusion of others, the situation is ripe for scalawags, demagogues, ambitious men on horseback. The Howard Families, in all innocence, had created the crisis in public morals from which they now suffered, through their own action, taken years earlier, in letting the short-lived learn of their existence. It mattered not at all that the "secret" did not exist; the corrupting effect did exist. Ford at least understood the true situation- "We"ll help," Barstow answered suddenly. "Good. What do you suggest?"
Barstow chewed his lip. "Isn"t there some way you can stall off this drastic action, this violation of the Covenant itself?"
Ford shook his head. "It"s too late."
"Even if you went before the public and told the citizens, face to face, that you knew that-"
Ford cut him short. "I wouldn"t last in office long enough to make the speech. Nor would I be believed. Besides that- understand me clearly, Zaccur Barstow-no matter what sympathy I may have personally for you and your people, I would not do so if I could. This whole matter is a cancer eating into vitals of our society; it must be settled. I have had my hand forced, true . . . but there is no turning back. It must be pressed on to a solution."
In at least one respect Barstow was a wise man; he knew that another man could oppose him and not be a villain. Nevertheless he protested, "My people are being persecuted."
"Your people," Ford said forcefully, "are a fraction of a tenth of one per cent of all the people . . . and I must find a solution for all! I"ve called on you to find out if you have any suggestions toward a solution for everyone. Do you?"
"I"m not sure," Barstow answered slowly. "Suppose I concede that you must go ahead with this ugly business of arresting my people, of questioning them by unlawful means-I suppose I have no choice about that-"
"You have no choice. Neither have I." Ford frowned. "It will be carried out as humanely as I can manage it-I am not a free agent."
"Thank you. But, even though you tell me it would be useless for you yourself to go to the people, nevertheless you have enormous propaganda means at your disposal. Would it be possible, while we stall along, to build up a campaign to convince the people of the true facts? Prove to them that there is no secret?" Ford answered, "Ask yourself: will it work?"
Barstow sighed. "Probably not."