The plenipotentiary slowly opened his eyes, looked wonderingly around the room, jumped as the twoclerks heaved the filing case upright, turned around to stare at the clerks and the case, turned back to look sharply at Bade, then clamped his jaw.
Bade, his own face as calm as he could make it, decided this might be as good a time as any to throw in a hard punch. He remarked, "You have two choices. You can make a mutually profitable agreement with us. Or you can force us to switch heavier forces and weapons to this planet and crush you. Which is it?"
"We," said the plenipotentiary coldly, "have the resources of the whole planet at our disposal. You have to bring everything from a distance. Moreover, we have captured a good deal of your equipment, which we may duplicate-"
"Lesser weapons," said Bade. "As if an enemy captured your rifles, duplicated them at great expense, and was then confronted with your nuclear bomb."
"This is our planet," said the plenipotentiary grimly, "and we will fight for it to the end."
"We don"t want your planet."
The plenipotentiary"s eyes widened. Then he burst into a string of invective that the translators couldn"t follow. When he had finished, he took a deep breath and recapitulated the main point, "If you don"t want it, what are you doing here?"
Bade said, "Your people are clearly warlike. After observing you for some time, a debate arose on our planet as to whether we should hit you or wait till you hit us. After a fierce debate, the first faction won."
"Wait a minute. How couldwe hityou ? You come from another planet, don"t you?"
"Yes, that"s true. But it"s also true that a baby shark is no great menace to anyone. Except that he will grow up into a big shark. That is how our first faction looked on earth."
The plenipotentiary scowled. "In other words, you"ll kill the suspect before he has a chance to commit the crime. Then you justify it by saying the man would have committed a crime if he"d lived."
"We didn"t intend to kill you-only to disarm you."
"How does all this square with your telling us you"re just a scout party?"
"Are you under the impression," said Bade, "that this is the main invasion force? Would we attack without a full reconnaissance first? Do you think we would merely make one sizable landing, onone continent? How could we hope to conquer in that way?"
The plenipotentiary frowned, sucked in a deep breath, and mopped his forehead. "What"s your offer?"
"Disarm yourselves voluntarily. All hostilities will end immediately."
The plenipotentiary gave a harsh laugh.
Bade said, "What"s your answer?" "What"s your real offer?"
"As I remarked," said Bade, "there were two factions on our planet. One favored the attack, as self-preservation. The other faction opposed the attack, on moral and political grounds. The second faction at present holds that it is now impossible to remain aloof, as we had hoped to before the attack.
One way or the other, we are now bound up with Earth. We either have to be enemies, or friends. As it happens, I am a member of the bloc that opposed the attack. The bloc that favored the attack has lost support owing to the results of our initial operations. Because of this political shift, I have practically a free hand at the moment." Bade paused as the plenipotentiary turned his head slightly and leaned forward with an intent look.
Bade said, "Your country has suffered by far the most from our attack. Obviously, it should profit the most. We have a number of scientific advances to offer as bargaining counters. Our essential condition is that we retain some overt standing-some foothold-some way of knowing by direct observation that this planet-or any nation of it-won"t attack us."
The plenipotentiary scowled. "Every nation on Earth is pretty closely allied as a result of your attack.
We"re a world of united states-all practically one nation. And all the land on the globe belongs to one of us or the other. While there"s bound to be considerable regional rivalry even when we have peace, that"s all. Otherwise we"re united. As a result, there"s not going to be any peace as long as you"ve got your foot on land belonging to any of us. That includes Java, Sumatra, and even this . . . er . . . mountain we"re on now." He looked around uneasily, and added, "We might let you have a little base, somewhere . . .
maybe in Antarctica but I doubt it. We won"t want any foreign planet sticking its nose in our business."
Bade said, "My proposal allows for that."
"I don"t see how it could," said the plenipotentiary. "What is it?"
Bade told him.
The plenipotentiary sat as if he had been hit over the head with a rock. Then he let out a mighty burst of laughter, banged his hand on his knee and said, "You"re serious?"
"Absolutely."
The plenipotentiary sprang to his feet. "I"ll have to get in touch with my government. Who knows?
Maybe- Who knows?" He strode out briskly.
About this time, a number of fast ships arrived from home. These ships were much in use during the next months. Delegations from both planets flew in both directions.
Runckel was highly uneasy. Incessantly he demanded, "Will it work? What if they flood our planet with a whole mob-"
"I have it on good authority," said Bade, "that our planet is every bit as uncomfortable for them as theirs is for us. We almost lost one of their delegates straight down through the mud on the last visit. They have to use dozens of towels for handkerchiefs every day, and that trace of ammonia in the atmosphere doesn"t seem to agree with them. Some of them have even gotten fog-sick." "Why should they go along with the idea, then?"
"It fits in with their nature. Besides, where else are they going to get another one? As one of their senators put it, "Everything here on Earth is sewed up." There"s even a manifest destiny argument."
"Well, the idea has attractions, but-"
"Listen," said Bade, "I"m told not to prolong the war, because it"s too costly and dangerous; not to leave behind a reservoir of fury to discharge on us in the future; not to surrender; not, in the present circ.u.mstances, to expect them to surrender. I am told to somehow keep a watch on them and bind their interests to ours; and not to forget the tie must be more than just on paper, it"s got to be emotional as well as legal. On top of that, if possible, I"m supposed to open up commercial opportunities. Can you think of any other way?"
"Frankly, no," said Runckel.
There was a grumbling sound underneath them, and the room shivered slightly.
"What was that?" said Runckel.
Bade looked around, frowning. "I don"t know."
A clerk came across the room and handed Runckel a message and Bade another message. Runckel looked up, scowling. "The sea water here is beginning to have an irritating effect on our men"s skin."
"Never mind," said Bade, "their plenipotentiary is coming. We"ll know one way or the other shortly."
Runckel looked worried, and began searching through his wastebasket.
The plenipotentiary came in grinning. "O.K.," he said, "the Russians are a little burned up, and I don"t think Texas is any too happy, but n.o.body can think of a better way out. You"re in."
He and Bade shook hands fervently. Photographers rushed in to snap pictures. Outside, Bade"s band was playing "The Star-Spangled Banner."
"Another state," said the plenipotentiary, grinning expansively. "How"s it feel to be a citizen?"
Runckel erupted from his wastebasket and bolted across the room.
"Krakatoa is avolcano !" he shouted. "And here"s what a volcano is!"
There was a faint but distinct rumble underfoot.
The room emptied fast.
On the way home, they were discussing things.
Bade was saying, "I don"t claim it"s perfect, but then our two planets are so mutually uncomfortable there"s bound to be little travel either way till we have a chance to get used to each other. Yet, wecan goback and forth. Who has a better right than a citizen? And there"s a good chance of trade and mutual profit. There"s a good emotional tie." He frowned. "There"s just one thing-"
"What"s that?" said Runckel.
Bade opened a translated book to a page he had turned down. He read silently. He looked up perplexedly.
"Runckel," he said, "there are certain technicalities involved in being a citizen."
Runckel tensed. "What do you mean?"
"Oh- Well, like this." He looked back at the book for a moment.
"What is it?" demanded Runckel.
"Well," said Bade, "what do you suppose "income tax" is?"
Runckel looked relieved. He shrugged.
"Don"t worry about it," he said. "It"s too fantastic. Probably it"s just a myth."
Environment
by Chester S. Geier
The sun was rising above the towers and spires of the city to the west. It sent questing fingers of brightness through the maze of streets and avenues, wiping away the last, pale shadows of night. But in the ageless splendor of the dawn, the city dreamed on.
The ship came with the dawn, riding down out of the sky on wings of flame, proclaiming its arrival in a voice of muted thunder. It came out of the west, dropping lower and lower, to cruise finally in great, slow circles. It moved over the city like a vast, silver-gray hunting hawk, searching for prey. There was something of eagerness in the leashed thunder of its voice.
Still the city dreamed on. Nothing, it seemed, could disturb its dreaming. Nothing could. It was not a sentient dreaming. It was a part of the city itself, something woven into every flowing line and graceful curve. As long as the city endured, the dream would go on.
The voice of the ship had grown plaintive, filled with an aching disappointment. Its circling was aimless, dispirited. It rose high in the sky, hesitated, then glided down and down. It landed on an expanse of green in what had once been a large and beautiful park.
It rested now on the sward, a great, silver-gray ovoid that had a certain harsh, utilitarian beauty. There was a pause of motionlessness, then a circular lock door opened in its side. Jon Gaynor appeared in the lock and jumped to the ground. He gazed across the park to where the nearest towers of the city leaped and soared, and his gray eyes were narrowed in a frown of mystification. "Deserted!" he whispered. "Deserted- But why?"
Jon Gaynor turned as Wade Harlan emerged from the lock. The two glanced at each other, then, in mutual perplexity, their eyes turned to the dreaming city. After a long moment, Wade Harlan spoke.
"Jon, I was thinking- Perhaps this isn"t the right planet. Perhaps . . . perhaps old Mark Gaynor and the Purists never landed here at all-"
Jon Gaynor shook his brown head slowly. He was a tall, lean figure in a tight-fitting, slate-gray overall.
"I"ve considered that possibility, Wade. No-this is the place, all right. Everything checks against the data given in that old Bureau of Expeditions report. Seven planets in the system-this the second planet. And this world fits perfectly the description given in the report-almost a second Earth. Then there"s the sun.
Its type, density, rate of radiation, spectrum-all the rest-they check, too."
Gaynor shook his head again. "Granted there could exist another system of seven planets, with the second habitable. But it"s too much to suppose that the description of that second planet, as well as the description of its sun, would exactly fit the expedition report. And the report mentioned a deserted city.
We"re standing in the middle of it now. The only thing that doesn"t check is that it"s still deserted."
Harlan gave a slight shrug. "That may not mean anything, Jon. How can you be certain that Mark Gaynor and the Purists came back here at all? The only clue you have is that old Bureau of Expeditions report, describing this city and planet, which you found among the personal effects Mark Gaynor left behind. It may not have meant anything."
"Perhaps- But I"m pretty sure it did. You see, old Mark and the Purists wanted to live far from all others, somewhere where there would be none to laugh at them for their faith in the ancient religious beliefs. The only habitable planets which answered their purposes were a tremendously remote few. Of them all, this was the only one possessing a city-and a deserted city at that."
"So you think they must have come here because of the benefits offered by the city?"
"That"s one reason. The other . . . well, old Mark had a pile of Bureau of Expedition reports dating back for two hundred years. The report relating to this planetary system was marked in red, as being of special interest. It was the only report so marked-"
Harlan smiled in friendly derision. "Add that to a misplaced hero-worship for a crackpot ancestor-and the answer is that we"ve come on a goose chase. Lord, Jon, even with the Hypers.p.a.cial Drive to carry us back over the immense distance, it"s going to be a terrific job getting back to Earth. You know what a time we had, finding this planet. The Hypers.p.a.cial Drive is a wonderful thing-but it has its drawbacks.
You go in here, and you come out there-millions of miles away. If you"re lucky, you"re only within a few million miles or so of your destination. If not-and that"s most of the time-you simply try again. And again-"
"That"s a small worry," Gaynor replied. "And as for old Mark, he was hardly a crackpot. It took one hundred and twenty years for the world to realize that. His ideas on how people should live and think were fine-but they just didn"t fit in with the general scheme of things. On a small group, they could have been applied beautifully. And such a group, living and thinking that way, might have risen to limitless heights of greatness. Hero-worship? No-I never had such feelings for my great-great-uncle, Mark Gaynor. I just had a feverish desire to see how far the Purists had risen-to see if their way of life had given them an advantage over others." Harlan was sober. "Maybe we"ll never learn what happened to them, Jon. The city is deserted. Either the Purists came here and left-or they never came here at all."
Gaynor straightened with purpose. "We"ll learn which is the answer. I"m not leaving until we do. We"ll-"
Gaynor broke off, his eyes jerking toward the sky. High up and far away in the blue, something moved, a vast swarm of objects too tiny for identification. They soared and circled, dipped and swooped like birds. And as the two men from another planet watched, sounds drifted down to them-sweet, crystalline tinklings and chimings, so infinitely faint that they seemed to be sensed rather than heard.
"Life-" Harlan murmured. "There"s life here of sorts, Jon."
Gaynor nodded thoughtfully. "And that may mean danger. We"re going to examine the city-and I think we"d better be armed."
While Harlan watched the graceful, aimless maneuvers of the aerial creatures, Gaynor went back into the ship. In a moment, he returned with laden arms. He and Harlan strapped the antigravity flight units to their backs, buckled the positron blasters about their waists. Then they lifted into the air, soared with easy speed toward a cl.u.s.ter of glowing towers.
As they flew, a small cloud of the aerial creatures flashed past. The things seemed to be intelligent, for, as though catching sight of the two men, they suddenly changed course, circling with a clearly evident display of excited curiosity. The crystalline chimings and tinklings which they emitted held an elfin note of astonishment.
If astonishment it actually was, Gaynor and Harlan were equally amazed at close view of the creatures.
For they were great, faceted crystals whose interiors flamed with glorious color-exquisite shades that pulsed and changed with the throb of life. Like a carillon of crystal bells, their chimings and tinklings rang out-so infinitely sweet and clear and plaintive that it was both a pain and a pleasure to hear.
"Crystalline life!" Harlan exclaimed. His voice became thoughtful. "Wonder if it"s the only kind of life here."
Gaynor said nothing. He watched the circling crystal creatures with wary eyes, the positron blaster gripped in his hand. But the things gave no evidence of being inimical-or at least no evidence of being immediately so. With a last exquisite burst of chimings, they coalesced into a small cloud and soared away, glittering, flashing, with prismatic splendor in the sunlight.
On the invisible wings of their antigravity flight units, Gaynor and Harlan had approached quite close to the cl.u.s.ter of towers which was their goal. Gliding finally through the s.p.a.ce between two, they found themselves within a snug, circular enclosure, about the circ.u.mference of which the towers were s.p.a.ced.