LAZARUS TUCKED AWAY three sandwiches, a double order of ice cream, and some cookies while Libby contented himself with somewhat less. Lazarus would have eaten more but he was forced to respond to a barrage of questions from the other habitues of the Club.
"The commissary department ain"t really back on its feet," he complained, as he poured his third cup of coffee. "The Little People made life too easy for them. Andy, do you like chili con carne?"
"It"s all right."
Lazarus wiped his mouth. "There used to be a restaurant in Tijuana that served the best chili I ever tasted. I wonder if it"s still there?"
"Where"s Tijuana?" demanded Margaret Weatheral.
"You don"t remember Earth, do you, Peggy? Well, darling, it"s in Lower California. You know where that is?"
"Don"t you think I studied geography? It"s in Los Angeles."
"Near enough. Maybe you"re right-by now." The ship"s announcing system blared out: "Chief Astrogator-report to the Captain in the Control Room!"
"That"s me!" said Libby, and hurriedly got up.
The call was repeated, then was followed by, "All hands prepare for acceleration! All hands prepare for acceleration!"
"Here we go again, kids." Lazarus stood up, brushed off his kilt, and followed Libby, whistling as he went "California, here I come, Right back where I started from-"
The ship was underway, the stars had faded out. Captain King had left the control room, taking with him his guest, the Earth"s envoy. Miles Rodney had been much impressed; it seemed likely that he would need a drink.
Lazarus and Libby remained in the control room. There was nothing to do; for approximately four hours, ship"s time, the ship would remain in para-s.p.a.ce, before returning to normal s.p.a.ce near Earth.
Lazarus struck a cigaret. "What d"you plan to do when you get back, Andy?"
"Hadn"t thought about it."
"Better start thinking. Been some changes."
"I"ll probably head back home for a while. I can"t imagine the Ozarks having changed very much."
"The hills will look the same, I imagine. You may find the people changed."
"How?"
"You remember I told you that I had gotten fed up with the Families and had kinda lost touch with them for a century? By and large, they had gotten so smug and soft in their ways that I couldn"t stand them. I"m afraid we"ll find most everybody that way, now that they expect to live forever. Long term investments, be sure to wear your rubbers when it rains . . that sort of thing."
"It didn"t aifect you that way."
"My approach is different. I never did have any real reason to last forever-after all, as Gordon Hardy has pointed out, I"m only a third generation result of the Howard plan. I just did my living as I went along and didn"t worry my head about it. But that"s not the usual att.i.tude. Take Miles Rodney- scared to death to tackle a new situation with both hands for fear of upsetting precedent and stepping on established privileges."
"I was glad to see Justin stand up to him." Libby chuckled. "I didn"t think Justin had it in him."
"Ever see a little dog tell a big dog to get the h.e.l.l out of the little dog"s yard?"
"Do you think Justin will win his point?"
"Sure he will, with your help."
"Mine?" - "Who knows anything about the para-drive, aside from what you"ve taught me?"
"I"ve dictated full notes into the records."
"But you haven"t turned those records over to Miles Rodney. Earth needs your starship drive, Andy. You heard what Rodney said about population pressure. Ralph was telling me you have to get a government permit now before you can have a baby."
"The h.e.l.l you say!"
"Fact. You can count on it that there would be tremendous emigration if there were just some decent planets to emigrate to. And that"s where your drive comes in. With it, spreading out to the stars becomes really practical. They"ll have to d.i.c.ker."
"It"s not really my drive, of course. The Little People worked it out."
"Don"t be so modest. You"ve got it. And you want to back up Justin, don"t you?"
"Oh, sure."
"~Then we"ll use it to bargain with. Maybe I"ll do the bargaining, personally. But that"s beside the point. Somebody is going to have to do a little exploring before any large-scale emigration starts. Let"s go into the real estate business, Andy. We"ll stake out this corner of the Galaxy and see what it has to offer."
Libby scratched his nose and thought about it. "Sounds all right, I guess after I pay a visit home."
"There"s no rush. I"ll find a nice, clean little yacht, about ten thousand tons and we"ll refit with your drive."
"What"ll we use for money?"
"We"ll have money. I"ll set up a parent corporation, while I"m about it, with a loose enough charter to let us do anything we want to do. There will be daughter corporations for various purposes and we"ll unload the minor interest in each.. Then-"
"You make it sound like work, Lazarus. I thought it was going to be fun."
"Shucks, we won"t fuss with that stuff. I"ll collar somebody to run the home office and worry about the books and the legal end-somebody about like Justin. Maybe Justin himself."
"Well, all right then."
"You and I will rampage around and see what there is to be seen. It"ll be fun, all right."
They were both silent for a long time, with no need to talk. Presently Lazarus said, "Andy-"
"Yeah?"
"Are you going to look into this new-blood-for-old caper?"
"I suppose so, eventually."
"I"ve been thinking about it. Between ourselves, I"m not as fast with my fists as I was a century back. Maybe my natural span is wearing out. I do know this: I didn"t start planning our real estate venture till I head about this new process. It gave me a new perspective. I find myself thinking about thousands of years-and I never used to worry about anything further ahead than a week from next Wednesday."
Libby chuckled again. "Looks like you"re growing up."
"Some would say it was about time. Seriously, Andy, I think that"s just what I have been doing. The last two and a half centuries have just been my adolescence, so to speak. Long as I"ve hung around, I don"t know any more. about the final amwers, the important answers, than Peggy Weatheral does. Men-our kind of men-Earth men-never have had enough time to tackle the important questions. Lots of capacity and not time enough to use it properly. When it came to the important questions we might as well have still been monkeys."
"How do you propose to tackle the important questions?"
"How should I know? Ask me again in about five hundred years."
"You think that will make a difference?"
"I do. Anyhow it"ll give me time to poke around and pick up some interesting facts. Take those Jockaira G.o.ds- "
"They weren"t G.o.ds, Lazarus. You shouldn"t call them that."
"Of course they weren"t-I think. My guess is that they are creatures who have had time enough to do a little hard thinking. Someday, about a thousand years from now, I intend to march straight into the temple of Kreel, look him in the eye, and say, "Howdy, Bub-what do you know that 1 don"t know?""
"It might not be healthy."
"We"ll have a showdown, anyway. I"ve never been satisfied with the outcome there. There ought not to be anything in the whole universe that man can"t poke his nose into-that"s the way we"re built and I a.s.sume that there"s some reason for it."
"Maybe there aren"t any reasons."
"Yes, maybe it"s just one colossal big joke, with no point to it."" Lazarus stood up and stretched and scratched his ribs. "But I can tell you this, Andy, whatever the answers are, here"s one monkey that"s going to keep on climbing, and locking around him to see what he can see, as long as the tree holds out."