Arthur Zagat - The Golden Age of Science Fiction Volume IX

Ever think how deadly a thing it is if a machine has amnesiaor how easily it can be arranged.

Well, yes, Amspaugh admitted, it was a unique war in many ways, including its origin. However, there are so many analogies to other colonial revolutions His words trailed off as usual.

I know. Earths mercantile policies and so forth, said Lindgren. He fancies himself a student of interplanetary history. This has led to quite a few arguments since Amspaugh, who teaches in that field, joined the Club. Mostly theyre good. I went to the bar and got myself another drink, listening as the mine owners big voice went on:

But what began it? When did the asterites first start realizing they werent pseudopods of a dozen Terrestrial nations, but a single nation in their own right? Theres the root of the revolution. And it can be pinned down, too.

Ware metaphor! cried someone at my elbow. I turned and saw Missy Blades. Shed come quietly into the lounge and started mixing a gin and bitters.

The view window framed her white head in Orion as she moved toward the little cluster of seated men. She took a fat cigar from her pocket, struck it on her shoe sole, and added her special contribution to the blue cloud in the room after she sat down.

Excuse me, she said. I couldnt help that. Please go on. Which I hope relieves you of any fear that shes an Unforgettable Character. Oh, yes, shes old as Satan now; her toil and guts and conniving make up half the biography of the Sword; she manned a gun turret at Ceres, and was mate of the Tyrfing on some of the earliest Saturn runs when men took their lives between their teeth because they needed both hands free; her sons and grandsons fill the Belt with their brawling ventures; she can drink any ordinary man to the deck; shes one of the three women ever admitted to the Club. But shes also one of the few genuine ladies Ive known in my life.

Uh, well, Lindgren grinned at her. I was saying, Missy, the germ of the revolution was when the Stations armed themselves. You see, that meant more than police powers. It implied a degree of sovereignty. Over the years, the implication grew.

Correct. Orloff nodded his bald head. I remember how the Governing Commission squalled when the Station managers first demanded the right. They foresaw trouble. But if the Stations belonging to one country put in space weapons, what else could the others do?

They should have stuck together and all been firm about refusing to allow it, Amspaugh said. From the standpoint of their own best interests, I mean.

They tried to, Orloff replied. I hate to think how many communications we sent home from our own office, and the others must have done the same. But Earth was a long way off. The Station bosses were close. Inverse square law of political pressure.

I grant you, arming each new little settlement proved important, Amspaugh said. But really, it expressed nothing more than the first inchoate stirrings of asteroid nationalism. And the origins of that are much more subtle and complex. For instance er.

Youve got to have a key event somewhere, Lindgren insisted. I say that this was it.

A silence fell, as will happen in conversation. I came back from the bar and settled myself beside Missy. She looked for a while into her drink, and then out to the stars. The slow spin of our rock had now brought the Dippers into view. Her faded eyes sought the Pole Starbut its Earths, not our own any moreand I wondered what memories they were sharing. She shook herself the least bit and said:

I dont know about the sociological ins and outs. All I know is, a lot of things happened, and there wasnt any pattern to them at the time. We just slogged through as best we were able, which wasnt really very good. But I can identify one of those wriggling roots for you, Sigurd. I was there when the question of arming the Stations first came up. Or, rather, when the incident occurred that led directly to the question being raised.

Our whole attention went to her. She didnt dwell on the past as often as we would have liked.

A slow, private smile crossed her lips. She looked beyond us again. As a matter of fact, she murmured, I got my husband out of it. Then quickly, as if to keep from remembering too much:

Do you care to hear the story? It was when the Sword was just getting started. Theyd established themselves on SSC 45oh, never mind the catalogue number. Sword Enterprises, because Mike Blades name suggested itwhat kind of name could you get out of Jimmy Chung, even if he was the senior partner? Itd sound too much like a collision with a meteoriteso naturally the asteroid also came to be called the Sword. They began on the borrowed shoestring that was usual in those days. Of course, in the Belt a shoestring has to be mighty long, and finances got stretched to the limit. The older men here will know how much had to be done by hand, in mortal danger, because machines were too expensive. But in spite of everything, they succeeded. The Station was functional and they were ready to start business when

It was no coincidence that the Jupiter craft were arriving steadily when the battleship came. Construction had been scheduled with this in mind, that the Sword should be approaching conjunction with the king planet, making direct shuttle service feasible, just as the chemical plant went into service. We need not consider how much struggle and heartbreak had gone into meeting that schedule. As for the battleship, she appeared because the fact that a Station in just this orbit was about to commence operations was news important enough to cross the Solar System and push through many strata of bureaucracy. The heads of the recently elected North American government became suddenly, fully aware of what had been going on.

Michael Blades was outside, overseeing the installation of a receptor, when his earplug buzzed. He thrust his chin against the tuning plate, switching from gang to interoffice band. Mike? said Avis Pages voice, Youre wanted up front.

Now? he objected. Whatever for?

Courtesy visit from the NASS Altair. Youve lost track of time, my boy.

What the the jumping blue blazes are you talking about? Weve had our courtesy visit. Jimmy and I both went over to pay our respects, and we had Rear Admiral Hulse here to dinner. What more do they expect, for Harrys sake?

Dont you remember? Since there wasnt room to entertain his officers, you promised to take them on a personal guided tour later. I made the appointment the very next watch. Nows the hour.

Oh, yes, it comes back to me. Yeah. Hulse brought a magnum of champagne with him, and after so long a time drinking recycled water, my capacity was shot to pieces. I got a warm glow of good fellowship on, and offeredLet Jimmy handle it, Im busy.

The partys too large, he says. Youll have to take half of them. Their gig will dock in thirty minutes.

Well, depute somebody else.

Thatd be rude, Mike. Have you forgotten how sensitive they are about rank at home? Avis hesitated. If what I believe about the mood back there is true, we can use the good will of high-level Navy personnel. And any other influential people in sight.

Blades drew a deep breath. Youre too blinking sensible. Remind me to fire you after Ive made my first ten million bucks.

Whatll you do for your next ten million, then? snipped his secretary-file clerk-confidante-adviser-et cetera.

Nothing. Ill just squander the first.

Goody! Can I help?

Uh Ill be right along. Blades switched off. His ears felt hot, as often of late when he tangled with Avis, and he unlimbered only a few choice oaths.