"You mean you"ll trust me, even though you don"t know me?"
"Most certainly," Wonderson said. He smiled archly. "Trying out your Opinioner"s methods, aren"t you? Well, even a child knows that our civilization is based upon trust, not collateral. It is axiomatic that even a stranger is to be trusted until he has conclusively and unmistakably proven otherwise."
"Haven"t you ever been cheated?"
"Of course not. Crime is nonexistent these days."
"In that case," Barrent asked, "what about Omega?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Omega, the prison planet. You must have heard of it."
"I think I have," Wonderson said cautiously. "Well, I should have said that crime is _almost_ nonexistent. I suppose there will always be a few congenital criminal types, easily recognizable as such. But I"m told they don"t amount to more than ten or twelve individuals a year out of a population of nearly two billion." He smiled broadly. "My chances of meeting one are exceedingly rare."
Barrent thought about the prison ships constantly shuttling back and forth between Earth and Omega, dumping their human cargo and returning for more. He wondered where Wonderson got his statistics. For that matter, he wondered where the police were. He had seen no military uniform since leaving the starship. He would have liked to ask about it, but it seemed wiser to discontinue that line of questioning.
"Thank you very much for the credit," Barrent said. "I"ll be back with the payment as soon as possible."
"Of course you will," Wonderson said, warmly shaking Barrent"s hand.
"Take your time, sir. No rush at all."
Barrent thanked him again and left the store.
He had a profession now. And if other people believed as Wonderson did, he had unlimited credit. He was on a planet that seemed, at first glance, to be a utopia. The utopia presented certain contradictions, of course. He hoped to find out more about them over the next few days.
Down the block, Barrent found a hotel called The Bide-A-Bit. He engaged a room for the week, on credit.
Chapter Twenty-Six
In the morning, Barrent asked directions to the nearest branch of the public library. He decided that he needed as much background out of books as he could get. With a knowledge of the history and development of Earth"s civilization, he would have a better idea of what to expect and what to watch out for.
His Opinioner"s clothing allowed him access to the closed shelves where the history books were kept. But the books themselves were disappointing. Most of them were Earth"s ancient history, from earliest beginnings to the dawn of atomic power. Barrent skimmed through them. As he read, some memories of prior reading returned to him. He was able to jump quickly from Periclean Greece to Imperial Rome, to Charlemagne and the Dark Ages, from the Norman Conquest to the Thirty Years" War, and then to a rapid survey of the Napoleonic Era. He read with more care about the World Wars. The book ended with the explosion of the first atom bombs. The other books on the shelf were simply amplifications of various stages of history he had found in the first book.
After a great deal of searching, Barrent found a small work ent.i.tled, "The Postwar Dilemma, Volume 1," by Arthur Whittler. It began where the other histories had left off; with the atomic bombs exploding over Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Barrent sat down and began to read carefully.
He learned about the Cold War of the 1950"s, when several nations were in possession of atomic and hydrogen weapons. Already, the author stated, the seeds of a ma.s.sive and stultifying conformity were present in the nations of the world. In America, there was the frenzied resistance to communism. In Russia and China, there was the frenzied resistance to capitalism. One by one, all the nations of the world were drawn into one camp or the other. For purposes of internal security, all countries relied upon the newest propaganda and indoctrination techniques. All countries felt they needed, for survival"s sake, a rigid adherence to state-approved doctrines.
The pressure upon the individual to conform became both stronger and subtler.
The dangers of war pa.s.sed. The many societies of Earth began to merge into a single superstate. But the pressure to conform, instead of lessening, grew more intense. The need was dictated by the continued explosive increase in population, and the many problems of unification across national and ethnic lines. Differences in opinion could be deadly; too many groups now had access to the supremely deadly hydrogen bombs.
Under the circ.u.mstances, deviant behavior could not be tolerated.
Unification was finally completed. The conquest of s.p.a.ce went on, from moon ship to planet ship to star ship. But Earth became increasingly rigid in its inst.i.tutions. A civilization more inflexible than anything produced by medieval Europe punished any opposition to existing customs, habits, beliefs. These breaches of the social contract were considered major crimes as serious as murder or arson. They were punished similarly. The antique inst.i.tutions of secret police, political police, informers, all were used. Every possible device was brought to bear toward the all-important goal of conformity.
For the nonconformists, there was Omega.
Capital punishment had been banished long before, but there was neither room nor resources to take the growing number of criminals who crammed prisons everywhere. The world leaders finally decided to transport these criminals to a separate prison world, copying a system which the French had used in Guiana and New Caledonia, and the British had used in Australia and early North America. Since it was impossible to rule Omega from Earth, the authorities didn"t try. They simply made sure that none of the prisoners escaped.
That was the end of volume one. A note at the end said that volume two was to be a study of contemporary Earth. It was ent.i.tled _The Status Civilization_.
The second volume was not on the shelves. Barrent asked the librarian, and was told that it had been destroyed in the interests of public safety.
Barrent left the library and went to a little park. He sat and stared at the ground and tried to think.
He had expected to find an Earth similar to the one described in Whittler"s book. He had been prepared for a police state, tight security controls, a repressed populace, and a growing air of unrest. But that, apparently, was the past. So far, he hadn"t even seen a policeman. He had observed no security controls, and the people he had met did not seem harshly repressed. Quite the contrary. This seemed like a completely different world....
Except that year after year, the ships came to Omega with their cargoes of brainwashed prisoners. Who arrested them? Who judged them? What sort of a society produced them?
He would have to find out the answers himself.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Early the next morning, Barrent began his exploration. His technique was simple. He rang doorbells and asked questions. He warned all his subjects that his real questions might be interspersed with tricks or nonsense questions, whose purpose was to test the general awareness level. In that way, Barrent found he could ask anything at all about Earth, could explore controversial or even nonexistent areas, and do so without revealing his own ignorance.
There was still the danger that some official would ask for his credentials, or that the police would mysteriously spring up when least expected. But he had to take those risks. Starting at the beginning of Orange Esplanade, Barrent worked his way northward, calling at each house as he went. His results were uneven, as a selective sampling of his work shows:
(_Citizen A. L. Gotthreid, age 55, occupation home-tender. A strong, erect woman, imperious but polite, with a no-nonsense air about her._)
"You want to ask me about cla.s.s and status? Is that it?"
"Yes, ma"am."
"You Opinioners are _always_ asking about cla.s.s and status. One would think you"d know all about it by now. But very well. Today, since everyone is equal, there is only one cla.s.s. The _middle_ cla.s.s. The only question then is--to what portion of the middle cla.s.s does one belong?
High, low, or middle?"
"And how is that determined?"
"Why, by all sorts of things. The way a person speaks, eats, dresses, the way he acts in public. His manners. His clothing. You can always tell your upper middle cla.s.s man by his clothes. It"s quite unmistakable."
"I see. And the lower middle cla.s.ses?"
"Well, for one thing they lack creative energy. They wear ready-made clothing, for example, without taking the trouble to improve upon it.
The same goes for their homes. Mere uninspired adornment won"t do, let me add. That"s simply the mark of the _nouveau_ upper middle cla.s.s. One doesn"t receive such persons in the home."
"Thank you, Citizen Gotthreid. And where would you cla.s.sify yourself statuswise?"