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Robert Silverberg - Master Of Life And Death

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Global overcrowding, a new immortality serum and an unfriendly alien ambassador are only a few of the problems confronting Roy Walton, governments new Master of Life and Death in Robert Silverbergs early and accomplished novel. Praised by a distinguished critic, Anthony Boucher, for its complete clarity and narrative drive the novel retains its power today.

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Master Of Life And Death

by Robert Silverberg

For Antigone Who Thinks Were Property

I

The offices of the Bureau of Population Equalization, vulgarly known as Popeek, were located on the twentieth through twenty-ninth floors of the Cullen Building, a hundred-story monstrosity typical of twenty-second-century neo-Victorian at its overdecorated worst. Roy Walton, Popeeks assistant administrator, had to apologize to himself each morning as he entered the hideous place.

Since taking the job, he had managed to redecorate his own office on the twenty-eighth floor, immediately below Director FitzMaughamsbut that had created only one minor oasis in the esthetically repugnant building. It couldnt be helped, though; Popeek was unpopular, though necessary; and like the public hangman of some centuries earlier, the Bureau did not rate attractive quarters.

So Walton had removed some of the iridescent chrome scalloping that trimmed the walls, replaced the sash windows with opaquers, and changed the massive ceiling fixture to more subtle electroluminescents. But the mark of the last century was stamped irrevocably on both building and office.

Which was as it should be, Walton had finally realized. It was the last centurys foolishness that had made Popeek necessary, after all.

His desk was piled high with reports, and more kept arriving via pneumochute every minute. The job of assistant administrator was a thankless one, he thought; as much responsibility as Director FitzMaugham, and half the pay.

He lifted a report from one eyebrow-high stack, smoothed the crinkly paper carefully, and read it.

It was a despatch from Horrocks, the Popeek agent currently on duty in Patagonia. It was dated4 June, 2232 six days before, and after a long and rambling prologue in the usual Horrocks manner it went on to say, Population density remains low here: 17.3 per square mile far below optimum. Looks like a prime candidate for equalization.

Walton agreed. He reached for his voicewrite and said sharply, Memo from Assistant Administrator Walton, re equalization of He paused, picking a trouble-spot at random, central Belgium. Will the section chief in charge of this area please consider the advisability of transferring population excess to fertile areas in Patagonia? Recommendation: establishment of industries in latter region, to ease transition.

He shut his eyes, dug his thumbs into them until bright flares of light shot across his eyeballs, and refused to let himself be bothered by the multiple problems involved in dumping several hundred thousand Belgians into Patagonia. He forced himself to cling to one of Director FitzMaughams oft-repeated maxims: If you want to stay sane, think of these people as pawns in a chess gamenot as human beings.

Walton sighed. This was the biggest chess problem in the history of humanity, and the way it looked now, all the solutions led to checkmate in a century or less. They could keep equalizing population only so long, shifting like loggers riding logs in a rushing river, before trouble came.

There was another matter to be attended to now. He picked up the voicewrite again. Memo from the assistant administrator, re establishment of new policy on reports from local agents: hire a staff of three clever girls to make a precis of each report, eliminating irrelevant data.

It was a basic step, one that should have been taken long ago. Now, with three feet of reports stacked on his desk, it was mandatory. One of the troubles with Popeek was its newness; it had been established so suddenly that most of its procedures were still in the formative stage.

He took another report from the heap. This one was the data sheet of the Zurich Euthanasia Center, and he gave it a cursory scanning. During the past week, eleven substandard children and twenty-three substandard adults had been sent on to Happysleep.

That was the grimmest form of population equalization. Walton initialed the report, earmarked it for files, and dumped it in the pneumochute.

The annunciator chimed.

Im busy, Walton said immediately.

Theres a Mr. Prior to see you, the annunciators calm voice said. He insists its an emergency.

Tell Mr. Prior I cant see anyone for at least three hours. Walton stared gloomily at the growing pile of paper on his desk. Tell him he can have ten minutes with me atoh, say, 1300.

Walton heard an angry male voice muttering something in the outer office, and then the annunciator said, He insists he must see you immediately in reference to a Happysleep commitment.

Commitments are irrevocable, Walton said heavily. The last thing in the world he wanted was to see a man whose child or parent had just been committed. Tell Mr. Prior I cant see him at all.

Walton found his fingers trembling; he clamped them tight to the edge of his desk to steady himself. It was all right sitting up here in this ugly building and initialing commitment papers, but actually to see one of those people and try to convince him of the need

The door burst open.

A tall, dark-haired man in an open jacket came rushing through and paused dramatically just over the threshold. Immediately behind him came three unsmiling men in the gray silk-sheen uniforms of security. They carried drawn needlers.

Are you Administrator Walton? the big man asked, in an astonishingly deep, rich voice. I have to see you. Im Lyle Prior.

The three security men caught up and swarmed all over Prior. One of them turned apologetically to Walton. Were terribly sorry about this, sir. He just broke away and ran. We cant understand how he got in here, but he did.

Ahyes. So I noticed, Walton remarked drily. See if hes planning to assassinate anybody, will you?

Administrator Walton! Prior protested. Im a man of peace! How can you accuse me of

One of the security men hit him. Walton stiffened and resisted the urge to reprimand the man. He was only doing his job, after all.

Search him, Walton said.

They gave Prior an efficient going-over. Hes clean, Mr. Walton. Should we take him to security, or downstairs to health?

Neither. Leave him here with me.

Are you sure you

Get out of here, Walton snapped. As the three security men slinked away, he added, And figure out some more efficient system for protecting me. Some day an assassin is going to sneak through here and get me. Not that I give a damn about myself, you understand; its simply that Im indispensable. There isnt another lunatic in the world whod take this job. Now get out!

They wasted no time in leaving. Walton waited until the door closed and jammed down hard on the lockstud. His tirade, he knew, was wholly unjustified; if he had remembered to lock his door as regulations prescribed, Prior would never have broken in. But he couldnt admit that to the guards.

Take a seat, Mr. Prior.

I have to thank you for granting me this audience, Prior said, without a hint of sarcasm in his booming voice. I realize youre a terribly busy man.

I am. Another three inches of paper had deposited itself on Waltons desk since Prior had entered. Youre very lucky to have hit the psychological moment for your entrance. At any other time Id have had you brigged for a month, but just now Im in need of a little diversion. Besides, I very much admire your work, Mr. Prior.

Thank you. Again that humility, startling in so big and commanding a man. I hadnt expected to findI mean that you

That a bureaucrat should admire poetry? Is that what youre groping for?

Prior reddened. Yes, he admitted.

Grinning, Walton said, I have to do something when I go home at night. I dont really read Popeek reports twenty-four hours a day. No more than twenty; thats my rule. I thought your last book was quite remarkable.

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