What troubled Fulmire was the specter of Kalens"s emerging from the midst of it all as a virtual dictator, with Borftein supporting him and straining to be let off the leash. Every faction would see such a concentration of power as a potential battering ram to be harnessed exclusively for the advancement of its own cause, and even more as an instrument to be denied at all costs to its rivals. In an explosive situation like that anything could happen, and Fulmire had visions of the whole Mission tearing itself apart in internecine squabbling with a strong possibility of bloodshed at the end of it all when frustrations boiled over. The only force that he could see with any potential for exerting a stabilizing influence was the more moderate consensus as represented by the Mayflower II"s population as a whole; and Lechat, possibly, could provide a means of mobilizing it before things got out of hand.
Lechat agreed that the Chironian culture, far from being a naive and backward experiment that would be absorbed without difficulty into the Terran system, as had been a.s.sumed, was highly developed in its own unorthodox way and would not yield readily to changes. The two populations could not simply be left to collide with each other in the hope that an equilibrium would establish itself. Something, somewhere, would blow up before that happened.
The Chironians had both complied with the Mayflower II"s advance request for surface accommodation and antic.i.p.ated their own future needs at the same time by developing Canaveral City and its environs in the direction of Franklin to a greater degree than their own situation then required. So far about a quarter of the Mayflower II"s population had moved to the surface, but the traffic was slowing down since they were not moving out into more permanent dwellings as rapidly as the Chironians had apparently a.s.sumed, mainly because the Directorate had instructed them to stay where they were. Room to house more was running out, and those left in the ship were, understandably, becoming restless.
Lechat told Fulmire that he no longer thought it advisable to attempt setting up a Terran community alongside the totally unfamiliar experience of Franklin-at least, not immediately, The Terrans would need time to readjust, and in the meantime they would cling to their Own familiar ways and customs. The proximity of Franklin would only cause tensions. Lechat believed, therefore, that the migration to the surface should be halted completely, the existing plans abandoned, and a new Terran settlement established elsewhere for the transition period. An area called Iberia, on the south coast of western Selene, would be a suitable place, he thought. Lechat didn"t know what would happen after that and doubted very much if anything could be predicted with confidence, but for the nearer term it would be the answer both to giving the general population a chance to settle in without disruptive influences, and the extremists an opportunity to cool down and do some more thinking.
Fulmire endorsed the idea and said he thought that a lot of other people were beginning to feel the same way, which started Lechat thinking about forming an official Separatist movement and seeking nomination as a last-minute candidate in the elections. Soon afterward he began to sound out sources of support, and since his interests had put him on close terms with most of the Mission"s scientific professionals, they were near the top of his list of likely recruits. Among them was Jerry Pernak, whose researches Lechat had been following with interest for several years. Accordingly, Lechat invited Pernak and Eve Verity to dinner with him one evening in the Francoise, a restaurant in the Columbia District frequented mainly by political and media people, and explained his situation.
"I don"t think it could work," Pernak said, shaking his head after Lechat had finished. "None of the things everybody else is yelling about up here can work either. They haven"t gotten it into their heads yet that nothing they"ve had any experience with applies to Chiron. This is a whole new phenomenon with its own new rules."
"How do you mean, Jerry?" Lechat asked across the table. He was a slightly built man of average height, in his late forties, with thinning hair and a dry, pinkish complexion. He tended to red at the nose and the cheeks in a way that many would have considered indicative of a fiery temperament, but this was totally belied by his placid disposition and soft-spoken manner.
Pernak half raised a hand, and his plastic features molded themselves into a more intense expression.
"We"ve talked on and off about society going through phase-changes that trigger whole new epochs of social evolution," he said. "Well, that"s exactly what"s happened down there. You can"t extrapolate any of our rules into this culture. They don"t apply. They don"t work on Chiron."
Lechat didn"t respond immediately. Eve Verity elaborated. "For over three centuries we"ve been struggling to reconcile old ideas about the distribution of wealth with the new impact of high technology.
The problem has always been that traditional conditioning processes for persuading people to accept the inevitability of finite resources get pa.s.sed on from generation to generation as unquestioned conventional wisdoms until they start to look like absolute truths. Wealth was always something that had to be competed and fought for. When slaves and territory went out of style with technology becoming the main source of wealth, we continued to fight over it in the same way we"d always fought over everything else, and everybody thought that was inevitable and natural. They couldn"t separate the old theories from the new facts." Eve took a sip from her winegla.s.s, then continued, "But the Chironians never grew up with any of that brainwashing. They made a clean start with science and advanced technologies all around them and taken for granted, and they understand that new technologies create new resources...without limit."
Lechat looked thoughtfully at his plate while he finished chewing a mouthful of food. "You make them all sound like millionaires," he commented.
"That"s exactly what they are," Pernak said. "In the material sense, anyway. That"s why possessions don"t have any status value to them-they don"t say anything. That"s why you won"t find any absolute leaders down there either."
"How come?" Lechat asked, puzzled.
"Why do people follow leaders?" Pernak replied. "For collective-strength. What do you need collective strength for? Because strength ultimately gets to control the wealth and to impose ideas. But why does a race of millionaires need leaden if it already has all the material wealth it needs, and isn"t interested in imposing ideas on anyone because n.o.body ever taught it to? The Chironians don"t. There isn"t anything to scare them with. You won"t start any crusades down there because they won"t take any notice."
Lechat thought for a while as he continued to eat. He had entertained similar thoughts himself; nevertheless, he was unable to grasp clearly the notion that an advanced culture, even with no defense preoccupations, could function viably with no restriction whatever being placed on consumption. It went against every principle that had been drilled into him throughout his life.
Even as he thought that, Eve"s words about brainwashing came back to him. Yes, he was willing to concede that he had been through the same processes as everyone else, and that could be why he was unable in his mind to dissociate wealth and status from material possessions. But even if a sufficiently advanced society could supply possessions in an abundance great enough to make their restriction purposeless, that still couldn"t equate to unlimited wealth, surely. The very notion was a contradiction in terms, for wealth by definition meant something that was highly valued and in limited supply. In other words, if on Chiron possessions did not equate to wealth and thereby satisfy the universal human hunger to be judged a success, then what did?
"I can see your point to a degree," Pernak said eventually. "But people continue to acc.u.mulate possessions long after they"ve ceased to serve any material purpose because they satisfy recognition needs too."
"That"s so true," Eve agreed.
Lechat looked puzzled. "That"s my point-how do the Chironians satisfy them?"
"You"ve already said it," Eve told him. She studied the expression on his face for a few seconds and then smiled. "You can"t see it yet, can you, Paul?"
Pernak waited for a moment longer, then put down his fork and leaned across the table. "On Chiron, wealth is competence!" he said. "Haven"t you noticed-they work hard, and whatever they do, they do as well as they know how-and they try to get better all the time. It doesn"t matter so much what they do as long as it"s good. And everybody appreciates it. That"s their currency-recognition, as you said...recognition of competence." He shrugged and spread his hands. "And it makes a lot of sense. You just told us that"s what everyone wants anyway. Well, Chironians pay it direct instead of indirectly through symbols. Why make life complicated?"
The suggestion was too extraordinary for Lechat to respond instantly. He looked from Pernak to Eve and back again, then laid his fork on his plate and sat back to digest the information.
"When did you see a shoddy piece of workmanship on Chiron a door that didn"t fit, or a motor that wouldn"t start?" Eve asked him. "Have you ever come across anything like that anywhere there? It makes what we"re used to look like junk. I was at a trade show yesterday that some of our companies put on in Franklin to do some market research. The Chironians thought it was a joke. You should have seen the kids down there. They thought our ideas of design and manufacturing were hilarious. Our guys had to give it up as a dead loss."
"That"s how they get rich," Pernak said. "By being good at what they do and getting better. Who but a crazy would do anything and stay poor by choice?"
"You mean by reputation, or something like that?" Lechat asked, beginning to look intrigued.
"That"s part of it," Pernak replied, nodding. "The satisfaction that their culture conditions them to feel is another part, but you"re getting the general idea."
Lechat picked up his fork again. "I never looked at it in quite that way. It"s an interesting thought." He began eating again, then stopped and looked up. "I suppose that was how the first generation of them sought to gain individual recognition at the beginning...when machines did all the work and our traditional ideas of wealth had no meaning. And it"s become embedded in their basic thinking." He nodded slowly to himself and reflected further. "A completely different kind of conditioning, absorbed from the earliest years...based on recognizing individual attributes. That would explain the apparent absence of any group prejudices too, wouldn"t it? They"ve never had any reason to feel threatened by other groups."
"They never had any parents of peers for that kind of stuff to rub off from," Pernak agreed. "Cla.s.ses, echelons, black, white, Soviet, Chinese...it"s all the same to them. They don"t care. It"s what you are that matters."
"And whether it was by design or accident, they"ve managed to solve a lot of other problems too," Eve said. "Take crime for instance. Theft and greed are impossible, because how can you steal another man"s competence? Oh, you could try and fake it, I suppose, but you wouldn"t last long with people as discerning as Chironians. They can see through a charlatan as quickly as we can spot ourselves being shortchanged. In fact to them that"s just what it is. They have their violent moments, sure, but nothing as bad as what"s coming in from Africa on the beam right now, or what happened in 2021. But it never turns into a really big problem. There"s no motivation for anyone to rally round a would-be Napoleon.
He wouldn"t have anything to offer that anybody needs."
After another short silence Lechat said, "It"s a strange system of currency though, isn"t it. I mean, it"s not additive at all, or subject to any laws of arithmetic. You can pay what you owe and still not be any poorer yourself. It sounds-I don"t know impossible somehow."
"It"s not subject to finite arithmetic," Pernak agreed. "But why does it have to be? Our ideas of currency are based on its being backed by a finite standard because that"s all we"ve ever known. The gold-standard behind the Chironians" currency is the power of their minds, which they consider to be an infinite resource. Therefore they do their accounting with a calculus of infinities. You take something from infinity, and you"ve still got infinity left." He shrugged. "It"s consistent. I know it sounds crazy to us, but it fits with the way they think"
"It certainly puts a new light on things," Lechat conceded. He sat back again, looked from one to the other, and spread his hands resignedly. "So am I to take it that I shouldn"t a.s.sume your Support in the matter I talked about earlier?"
"It"s nothing personal, Paul. We think you"re a great guy..." Pernak frowned and sighed apologetically.
"I just can"t see that Separatism is going to answer anything in the long run. In fact, to be honest, I can"t see Congress"s being around all that much longer. On that planet down there, it"s a dodo already."
"You could be right, but that"s long-term," Lechat replied. "I"m more worried about what might happen in the shorter term. I need help to do something about it."
"Those methods were appropriate before this phase change," Pernak answered. "They don"t have any place now."
"What other way is there?" Lechat Eked.
Pernak shrugged. "Just let the system die naturally."
"It might not want to die that easily," Lechat pointed out. "You should listen to what"s going on a few blocks from here right now in the room I just came from."
"They won"t stop anything, Paul," Pernak said. "They"re up against the driving force of evolution.
Canute had the same problem."
"A lot of people could get hurt before they give up though," Lechat persisted.
Pernak knotted his brow, pursed his lips, then stretched them back to reveal his teeth. "Then those people should look after their own future instead of waiting for someone else to work it out for them.
That"s the old way. They have to learn to think the Chironian way." After a second of hesitation he added, "That"s what Eve and I are going to do."
"What do you mean?" Lechat asked, although in the same instant he thought he knew.
Pernak glanced at Eve for a moment. She slipped her hand through his arm, squeezed it rea.s.suringly, and smiled. They both looked back at Lechat. "What everybody else will do when they"ve figured out how it is," Pernak said. He grinned, almost apologetically. "That"s why we won"t be able to help much, Paul. You see, we"re leaving."
"I see..." Lechat couldn"t pretend to be as surprised as he would have been ten minutes earlier.
Pernak tossed up his hands. "I"ve been to take a look at their university and what they do there. You wouldn"t believe it. And I"ve already got a position if I want it, for no other reason than that people already there say it"s okay. You get a house, for nothing...a good one. Or they"d build you one however you want it. How can you say no? We"re going to become Chironians. And so will everybody else when they"ve gotten over the voyage. Then people like Kalens can yell all they want, but what can they do if there"s n.o.body left to take any notice? It"s as I said-you have to start thinking like Chironians."
"They"ve still got the Army...and a lot of nasty hardware up here," Lechat reminded him.
Pernak twisted his face through a few contortions, then sighed again. "I know. That crossed my mind too, but what is there to provoke any real trouble? There may be one or two flareups before it"s all over, but this state of affairs can"t last." He shook his head. "We"re convinced this is the only way to go. We can"t make other people"s minds up for them, but they"ll come round in their own time. Anything else would cause worse problems."
Lechat nodded reluctantly. "Well, it sounds pretty final, I guess."
Pernak spread his hands and nodded. "Yes. Sorry and all that kind of thing, Paul, but that"s how it is."
Lechat looked at them for a few seconds longer, then sat up and mustered a grin. "Well, what can I say?
Good luck to the pair of you. I hope everything works out."
"Thanks," Pernak acknowledged.
"I trust we"ll all stay friends and keep in touch," Eve said.
"You"d better believe it," Lechat promised.
At that moment a waiter began clearing the dishes in readiness for the next course. "Have you heard the news from the surface?" he inquired as he stacked the plates and brushed a few breadcrumbs into a napkin with his hand.
"News?" Lechat looked up, puzzled. "When? We"ve been here for the last hour. There wasn"t anything special then."
"It came in about fifteen minutes ago," the waiter said. He shook his head sadly. "Bad news. There"s been a shooting down there...in Franklin somewhere. At least one dead-one of our soldiers, I think. It was at some place called The Two Moons."
CHAPTER TWENTY.
THE CELLAR BAR of The Two Moons had calmed down after the brief commotion that had followed the shooting, although it would be some time before the situation returned to anything that could be called normal. Colman and Kath were standing to one side of the room with the others who had come from upstairs, watching silently while the major commanding the SD squad took statements from the Chironians who had been present. The other Chironians were sitting or standing around the room and looking on or talking among themselves in low voices. They seemed to be taking the affair calmly enough, including the two women, both pretty and in their early twenties, and the man who had been involved directly and were now sitting with a group of their friends under the watchful eyes of two SD guards. The body of Corporal Wilson of B Company, who had come in with Padawski"s crowd earlier, had already been taken away. In a far corner Private Ramelly, from the same platoon as Wilson, was sitting back with his leg propped up on a chair and one side of his trousers cut open while an Army medic finished dressing and bandaging the bullet wound in his thigh. By the center of the bar two Chironians were washing bloodstains from the floor and clearing up broken gla.s.s. Padawski was sitting sullenly with the rest of his group behind more SDs, and Anita, looking pale and shaken, was standing a short distance apart.
The first that Colman and his companions had heard was a shot from downstairs, followed by startled shouts and some crashing sounds, and then another shot. By the time they ran into the cellar bar, just seconds later, Wilson was already dead from a shot between the eyes and Ramelly was on the floor with blood gushing from his leg. Padawski and the others were standing uncertainly by the bar, covered by a .38 automatic that one of the young Chironian women was holding. Several other weapons had appeared around the room. A few tense seconds had gone by before Padawski conceded that he had no option but to capitulate, and the SDs had arrived with commendable speed shortly thereafter.
Apparently some of Padawski"s friends had the idea that the Chironian women were among the things that could be had for the taking on Chiron, and two of them had persisted in pressing lewd advances upon the two girls at the bar despite their being told repeatedly and in progressively less uncertain terms that the girls weren"t interested. The soldiers, who had been drinking heavily, became angry and even more unpleasant, paying no attention to dour warnings from around the room. An argument developed, in the course of which Ramelly grabbed one of the women and handled her roughly. She produced a gun and shot him in the leg. There would probably have been no more to it than that if Wilson hadn"t seized the gun and turned it on the Chironians who were about to intervene, at which point another Chironian had shot him dead from the back of the room.
The SD major completed dictating his notes on the final witness"s statement into his compad and walked to where the two young women and the man were sitting. Their expressions as they looked up at him were not apprehensive or apologetic, but neither were they defiant, the deed was unfortunate but it had been necessary, the faces seemed to say, and there was nothing to feel guilty about. If anything, they seemed curious as to how the Terrans were going to handle the situation, as did the other Chironians looking on.
"One of our people has been killed, and there are set procedures that we hove to follow," the major announced. "My orders require me to take you three back with us. It would make things a lot easier for everybody if you complied. I"m sorry, but I don"t have any choice."
"Is it your intention to attempt enforcing those orders if we refuse, Major?" the Chironian who had killed Wilson asked. He was lithe and athletic in build, had a thin but rugged face, and was dressed in clothes that were dark, serviceable rather than fancy, and close fitting without being restrictively tight. He reminded Colman of the bad guy in an ancient Western movie. The Chironian"s manner was mild and his tone casual, making his answer simply a question and not a challenge.
The major met his eye firmly. "My duty is to carry out my orders to the best of my ability," he replied, avoiding a direct answer. His tone said that he regretted the circ.u.mstances as much as anybody, but he couldn"t compromise.
The display of tact seemed to do the trick. The Chironian held his eye for a moment longer, and then nodded. "Very well." Inwardly Colman breathed a sigh of relief. The women were evidently willing to allow the man to speak for them too. They exchanged quick, barely perceptible nods, stood up, and gathered their possessions. Two of the SD troopers moved to a.s.sist them with a show of respect that Colman found surprising.
The major hesitated for a second, and then said, "Ah in view of the circ.u.mstances, it would be better if you permitted us to carry your guns back for you. Would you mind?"
"Are you telling us we"re prisoners?" the Chironian man asked.
"I would prefer not to use that term," the major answered. "The legal ramifications are not for me to comment on. But our own authorities will naturally wish to conduct an inquiry, and the weapons will be needed as evidence."
"By your customs," the Chironian observed.
"It was one of our people," the major said.
The Chironian reflected upon the explanation, evidently found it good enough, nodded, and pa.s.sed over his pistol. The girl who had wounded Ramelly followed suit. Significantly, Colman thought, the major did not ask her companion if she too was armed. As the guards began motioning Padawski and his group to their feet, the major marched over to where Colman and the others from D Company were standing with the Chironians who had been upstairs with them. He had already taken their names and established that they had not witnessed the incident firsthand. "You guys are free to go," he informed them. "If there"s a hearing, you might be called in to testify. If so, the appropriate people will contact you."
"They know where to find us," Colman said.
Kath"s pocket communicator buzzed, and she took it out to answer. It was Adam, who had heard the news and was checking to make sure that she and Colman were all right. Colman left her talking and moved over to where Anita was standing near the door on the fringe of the party a.s.sembling to depart.
"Why"d you ever get mixed up with that bunch?" he murmured. "Wise up when it"s all over. Get out of it."
There was no repentance or remorse in her eyes when she looked at him. "It"s none of your business anymore," she hissed. "How I choose to have fun is my affair and my life."
Colman snorted derisively. "You call that fun?"
"You know what I mean. They weren"t doing anything. They"d just had a bit too much to drink. Those two b.i.t.c.hes didn"t have to do something like that."
"Maybe you should try looking at it their way," Colman said.
Anita"s eyes blazed as her shock began wearing off and dissipated itself as anger. "Why should I? Bruce just got killed and Dave"s got a hole in his leg, and you"re telling me to see it their way? What kind of a man are you anyhow?" She sneered past Colman"s shoulder at Kath, who was returning the communicator to her pocket. "I can see why. It didn"t take you long, did it? Is she good?"
Colman ignored the remark. "Just think about it," he muttered. "For your own sake."
"I told you once already, it"s none of your business anymore. Leave me alone. I don"t want to talk to you. Just-go away and leave me alone."
Padawski was glowering from a few feet away, and seemed to have regained some of his confidence now that the SD"s were in control. "You stay away from her, Goldilocks," he spat. "Stick with your nice, murdering friends. We won"t forget you either." He turned his head back to glare at the whole room before turning for the door. "And that goes for all of you," he warned in a louder voice. "We won"t forget. You"ll see."
"On your way." One of the troopers nudged him in the ribs with a rifle b.u.t.t and guided him toward the stairs behind Anita and Ramelly, who was being helped by the medic and another of the SD"s. Colman watched until they had all left, then returned to the others.
"Is she a friend of yours?" Kath inquired.
"From a while back. But not anymore, I guess, by the look of it."
"She"s a good-looking girl. What does she do?"
"A communications specialist at Brigade."
Kath"s eyebrows lifted approvingly. "Smart as well, eh?"
"She could do a lot better than waste herself with those b.u.ms. She"s the kind that prefers the easy road...for as long as it lasts, anyhow."
"That"s a shame," Kath said.
Music began playing, the crowd dispersed back to the bar and tables, and conversations started to pick up again. Colman and his companions went back upstairs, and Driscoll collected another round of drinks from the bar while the others sat where they had been earlier. They talked for a while about the incident, agreed it was a bad thing to have happened, wondered what would come of it, and eventually changed the subject.