The senator gave them no help. He sat quietly in his chair and held the whiskey gla.s.s in a steady hand and did not ask what it was all about, acting as if he didn"t really care.
Gibbs floundered slightly. "It"s a rather personal matter, senator," he said.
"It"s this life continuation business," blurted Andrew Scott.
They sat in shocked silence, all three of them, for Scott should not have said it in that way. In politics, one is not blunt and forthright, but devious and slick.
"I see," the senator said finally. "The party thinks the voters would like it better if I were a normal man who would die a normal death."
Gibbs smoothed his face of shocked surprise.
"The common people resent men living beyond their normal time," he said.
"Especially--"
"Especially," said the senator, "those who have done nothing to deserve it."
"I wouldn"t put it exactly that way," Gibbs protested.
"Perhaps not," said the senator. "But no matter how you say it, that is what you mean."
They sat uncomfortably in the office chairs, with the bright Geneva sunlight pouring through the windows.
"I presume," said the senator, "that the party, having found I am no longer an outstanding a.s.set, will not renew my application for life continuation.
I suppose that is what you were sent to tell me."
Might as well get it over with, he told himself grimly. Now that it"s out in he open, there"s no sense in beating around the bush.
"That"s just about it, senator," said Scott. , "That"s exactly it," said Gibbs.
The senator heaved his great body from the chair, picked up the whiskey bottle, filled their gla.s.ses and his own.
"You delivered the death sentence very deftly," he told them. "It deserves a drink."
He wondered what they had thought that he would do. Plead with them, perhaps. Or storm around the office. Or denounce the party.
Puppets, he thought. Errand boys. Poor, scared errand boys.
They drank, their eyes on him, and silent laughter shook inside him from knowing that the liquor tasted very bitter in their mouths.
Chairman Leonard: You are agreed then, Mr. Chapman, with the other witnesses, that no person should be allowed to seek continuation of life for himself, that it should be granted only upon application by someone else, that-Mr. Chapman: It should be a gift of society to those persons who are in the unique position of being able to Materially benefit the human race.
Chairman Leonard: That is very aptly stated, sir.
From the Records of a hearing before the science subcommittee of the public policy committee of the World House of Representatives.
The senator settled himself carefully and comfortably into a chair in the reception room of the Life Continuation Inst.i.tute and unfolded his copy of the North American Tribune.
Column one said that system trade was normal, according to a report by the World Secretary of Commerce. The story went on at length to quote the secretary"s report. Column two was headed by an impish box that said a new life form may have been found on Mars, but since the discoverer was a s.p.a.ceman who had been more than ordinarily drunk, the report was being viewed with some skepticism. Under the box was a story reporting a list of boy and girl health champions selected by the state of Finland to be entered later in the year in the world health contest. The story in column three gave the latest information on the unstable love life of the world"s richest woman.
Column four asked a question: WHAT HAPPENED TO DR. CARSON?.
NO RECORD OF REPORTED DEATH.
The story, the senator saw, was by-lined Anson Lee and the senator chuckled dryly. Lee was up to something. He was always up to something, always ferreting out some fact that eventually was sure to prove embarra.s.sing to someone. Smart as a steel trap, that Lee, but a bad man to get into one"s hair.
There had been, for example, that matter of the s.p.a.ceship contract.
Anson Lee, said the senator underneath his breath, is a pest. Nothing but a pest.
But Dr. Carson? Who was Dr. Carson?
The senator played a little mental game with himself, trying to remember, trying to identify the name before he read the story.
Dr. Carson?
Why, said the senator, I remember now. Long time ago. A biochemist or something of the sort. A very brilliant man. Did something with colonies of soil bacteria, breeding the things for therapeutic work.
Yes, said the senator, a very brilliant man. I remember that I met him once. Didn"t understand half the things he said. But that was long ago. A hundred years or more.
A hundred years ago--maybe more than that.
Why, bless me, said the senator, he must be one of us.
The senator nodded and the paper slipped from his hands and fell upon the floor. He jerked himself erect. There I go again, he told himself. Dozing.
It"s old age creeping up again.
He sat in his chair, very erect and quiet, like a small scared child that won"t admit it"s scared, and the old, old fear came tugging at his brain.
Too long, he thought. I"ve already waited longer than I should.
Waiting for the party to renew my application and now the party won"t.
They"ve thrown me overboard. They"ve deserted me just when I needed them the most.
Death sentence, he had said back in the office, and that was what it was--for he couldn"t last much longer. He didn"t have much time. It would take a while to engineer whatever must be done. One would have to move most carefully and never tip one"s hand. For there was a penalty-a terrible penalty.
The girl said to him: "Dr. Smith will see you now."
"Eh?" said the senator.
"You asked to see Dr. Dana Smith," the girl reminded him. "He will see you now."
"Thank you, miss," said the senator. "I was sitting here half dozing."
He lumbered to his feet.
"That door," said the girl.
"I know," the senator mumbled testily. "I know. I"ve been here many times before."
Dr. Smith was waiting.
"Have a chair, senator," he said. "Have a drink? Well, then, a cigar, maybe. What is on your mind?"
The senator took his time, getting himself adjusted to the chair.
Grunting comfortably, he clipped the end off the cigar, rolled it in his mouth.
"Nothing particular on my mind," he said. "Just dropped around to pa.s.s the time of day. Have a great and abiding interest in your work here.
Always have had. a.s.sociated with it from the very start."
The director nodded. "I know. You conducted the original hearings on life continuation."
The senator chuckled. "Seemed fairly simple then. There were problems, of course, and we recognized them and we tried the best we could to meet them."
"You did amazingly well," the director told him. "The code you drew up five hundred years ago has never been questioned for its fairness and the few modifications which have been necessary have dealt with minor points which no one could have antic.i.p.ated."
"But it"s taken too long," said the senator.
The director stiffened. "I don"t understand," he said.
The senator lighted the cigar, applying his whole attention to it, naming the end carefully so it caught even fire.
He settled himself more solidly in the chair. "It was like this," he said.
"We recognized life continuation as a first step only, a rather blundering first step toward immortality. We devised the code as an interim instrument to take care of the period before immortality was available--not to a selected few, but to everyone. We viewed the few who could be given life continuation as stewards, persons who would help to advance the day when the race could be granted immortality."
"That still is the concept," Dr. Smith said, coldly.
"But the people grow impatient."
"That is just too bad," Smith told him. "The people will simply have to wait."
"As a race, they may be willing to," explained the senator. "As individuals, they"re not."
"I fail to see your point, senator."
"There may not be a point," said the senator. "In late years I"ve often debated with myself the wisdom of the whole procedure. Life continuation is a keg of dynamite if it fails of immortality. It will breed system-wide revolt if the people wait too long."
"Have you a solution, senator?"
"No," confessed the senator. "No, I"m afraid I haven"t. I"ve often thought that it might have been better if we had taken the people into our confidence, let them know all that was going on. Kept them up with all developments. An informed people are a rational people."
The director did not answer and the senator felt the cold weight of certainty seep into his brain.
He knows, he told himself. He knows the party has decided not to ask that I be continued. He knows that I"m a dead man. He knows I"m almost through and can"t help him any more--and he"s crossed me out.
He won"t tell me a thing.
Not the thing I want to know.
But he did not allow his face to change. He knew his face would not betray him. His face was too well trained.
"I know there is an answer," said the senator. "There"s always been an answer to any question about immortality. You can"t have it until there"s living s.p.a.ce. Living s.p.a.ce to throw away, more than we ever think we"ll need, and a fair chance to find more of it if it"s ever needed."
Dr. Smith nodded. "That"s the answer, senator. The only answer I can give."
He sat silent for a moment, then he said: "Let me a.s.sure you on one point, senator. When Extra-solar Research finds the living s.p.a.ce, we"ll have the immortality."
The senator heaved himself out of the chair, stood planted solidly on his feet.
"It"s good to hear you say that, doctor," he said. "It is very heartening.
I thank you for the time you gave me."
Out on the street, the senator thought bitterly: They have it now. They have immortality. All they"re waiting for is the living s.p.a.ce and another hundred years will find that. Another hundred years will simply have to find it.
Another hundred years, he told himself, just one more continuation, and I would be in for good and all.
Mr. Andrews: We must be sure there is a divorcement of life continuation from economics. A man who has money must not be allowed to purchase additional life, either through the payment of money or the pressure of influence, while another man is doomed to die a natural death simply because he happens to be poor.
Chairman Leonard: I don"t believe that situation has ever been in question.
Mr. Andrews: Nevertheless, it is a matter which must be emphasized again and again. Life continuation must not be a commodity to be sold across the counter at so many dollars for each added year of life.
From the Records of a hearing before the science subcommittee of the public policy committee of the World House of Representatives.
The senator sat before the chessboard and idly worked at the problem.
Idly, since his mind was on other things than chess.
So they had immortality, had it and were waiting, holding it a secret until there was a.s.surance of sufficient living s.p.a.ce. Holding it a secret from the people and from the government and from the men and women who had spent many lifetimes working for the thing which already had been found.
For Smith had spoken, not as a man who was merely confident, but as a man who knew. When Extrasolar Research finds the living s.p.a.ce, he"d said, we"ll have immortality. Which meant they had it now.
Immortality was not predictable. You would not know you"d have it; you would only know if and when you had it.
The senator moved a bishop and saw that he was wrong. He slowly pulled it back.
Living s.p.a.ce was the key, and not living s.p.a.ce alone, but economic living s.p.a.ce, self-supporting in terms of food and other raw materials, but particularly in food. For if living s.p.a.ce had been all that mattered, Man had it in Mars and Venus and the moons of Jupiter. But not one of those worlds was self-supporting. They did not solve the problem.
Living s.p.a.ce was all they! needed and in a hundred years they"d have that.
Another hundred years was all that anyone would need to come into possession of the common human heritage of immortality.