The Status Civilization (14 page)

“Just what is your work?” Barrent asked. “What do you want to accomplish?”

“We want to go back to Earth,” Eylan said.

“But that’s impossible.”

“We don’t think so,” Eylan said. “We’ve given the matter considerable study. In spite of the guard-ships, we think it’s possible to return to Earth. We’ll find out for certain in six days, when the breakout must be made.”

Moera said, “It would be better to wait another six months.”

“Impossible. A six months’ delay would be ruinous. Every society has a purpose, and the criminal population of Omega is bent upon its own self-destruction. Barrent, you look surprised. Couldn’t you see that?”

“I never thought about it,” Barrent said. “After all, I was part of it.”

“It’s self-evident,” Eylan said. “Consider the institutions—all centered around legalized murder. The holidays are excuses for mass murders. Even the law, which governs the rate of murder, is beginning to break down. The population lives near the edge of chaos. And rightfully so. There’s no longer any security. The only way to live is to kill. The only way to rise in status is to kill. The only safe thing is to kill—more and more, faster and faster.”

“You exaggerate,” Moera said.

“I don’t think so. I realize that there seems to be a certain permanence to Omegan institutions, a certain inherent conservatism even to murder. But it’s an illusion. I have no doubt that all dying societies projected their illusion of permanence—right up to the end. Well, the end of Omegan society is rapidly approaching.”

“How soon?” Barrent asked.

“An explosion point will be reached in about four months,” Eylan said. “The only way to change that would be to give the population a new direction, a different cause.”

“Earth,” Barrent said.

“Exactly. That’s why the attempt must be made immediately.”

“Well, I don’t know much about it,” Barrent said. “But I’ll go along with you. I’ll gladly be a part of any expedition.”

Eylan looked uncomfortable again. “I suppose I haven’t made myself clear,” he said. “
You
are going to be the expedition, Barrent. You and only you. … Forgive me if I’ve startled you.”

Chapter Twenty

According to Eylan, Group Two had at least one serious flaw: the men who composed it were, for the most part, past their physical prime. There were some younger members, of course; but they had had little contact with violence, and little chance to develop traits of self-sufficiency. Secure in the underground, most of them had never fired a beamer in anger, had never been forced to run for their lives, had never encountered the make-or-break situations through which Barrent had lived. They were brave but unproven. They would willingly undertake the expedition to Earth; but they would have little chance of success.

“And you think I would have a chance?” Barrent asked.

“I think so. You’re young and strong, reasonably intelligent, and extremely resourceful. You have a high survival quotient. If any man could succeed, I believe you could.”

“Why one man?”

“Because there’s no sense in sending a group. The chance of detection would simply be increased. By using one man, we get maximum security and opportunity. If you succeed, we will receive valuable information about the nature of the enemy. If you don’t succeed, if you are captured, your attempt will be considered the action of an individual rather than a group. We will still be free to start a general uprising from Omega.”

“How am I supposed to get back to Earth?” Barrent asked. “Do you have a starship hidden away somewhere?”

“I’m afraid not. We plan to transport you to Earth aboard the next prison ship.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Not at all. We’ve studied the landings. They follow a pattern. The prisoners are marched out, accompanied by the guards. While they’re assembled in the square, the ship itself is undefended, although loosely surrounded by a cordon of guards. To get you aboard, we will start a disturbance. It should take away the guards’ attention long enough for you to get on board.”

“Even if I succeed, I’ll be captured as soon as the guards return.”

“You shouldn’t be,” Eylan said, “The prison ship is an immense structure with many hiding places for a stowaway. And the element of surprise will be in your favor. This may be the first time in the history of Omega that an escape has been attempted.”

“And when the ship reaches Earth?”

“You will be disguised as a member of the ship’s personnel,” Eylan said. “Remember, the inevitable inefficiency of a huge bureaucracy will be working for you.”

“I hope so,” Barrent said. “Let’s suppose I reach Earth safely and get the information you want. How do I send it back?”

“You send it back on the next prison ship,” Eylan said. “We plan to capture that one.”

Barrent rubbed his forehead wearily. “What makes you think that any of this—my expedition or your uprising—can succeed against an organization as powerful as Earth?”

“We have to take the chance,” Eylan said. “Take it or go down in a bloody shambles with the rest of Omega. I agree that the odds are weighted against us. But our choice is either to make the attempt or to die without making any attempt at all.”

Moera nodded at this. “Also, the situation has other possibilities. The government of Earth is obviously repressive. That argues the existence of underground resistance groups on Earth itself. You may be able to contact those groups. A revolt both here
and
on Earth would give the government something to think about.”

“Maybe,” Barrent said.

“We have to hope for the best,” Eylan said. “Are you with us?”

“Certainly,” Barrent said. “I’d rather die on Earth than on Omega.”

“The prison ship lands in six days,” Eylan said. “During that time, we will give you the information we have about Earth. Part of it is memory reconstruction, part has been skrenned by the mutants, and the rest is logical constructs. It’s all we have, and I think it gives a reasonably accurate picture of current conditions on Earth.”

“How soon do we start?” Barrent asked.

“Right now,” Eylan said.

* * *

Barrent received a general briefing on the physical make-up of Earth, its climate and major population centers. Then he was sent to Colonel Bray, formerly of the Earth Deep Space Establishment. Bray talked to him about the probable military strength of Earth as represented by the number of guardships around Omega and their apparent level of scientific development. He gave estimates of the size of the Earth forces, their probable divisions into land, sea, and space groups, their assumed level of efficiency. An aide, Captain Carell, lectured on special weapons, their probable types and ranges, their availability to the general Earth population. Another aide, Lieutenant Daoud, talked about detection devices, their probable locations, and how to avoid them.

Then Barrent was turned back to Eylan for political indoctrination. From him, Barrent learned that Earth was believed to be a dictatorship. He learned the methods of a dictatorship, its peculiar strengths and weaknesses, the role of the secret police, the use of terror, the problem of informers.

When Eylan was finished with him, Barrent went to a small, beady-eyed man who lectured on Earth’s memory-destroying system. Using the premise that memory-destruction was regularly employed to render opposition ineffective, the man went on to construct the probable nature of an underground movement on Earth given those circumstances, and how Barrent might contact them, and what the underground’s capabilities might be.

Finally he was given the full details of Group Two’s plan for getting him on board the ship.

When Landing Day came, Barrent felt a definite sense of relief. He was heartily sick of day and night cramming. Any sort of action would seem an improvement.

Chapter Twenty-One

Barrent watched the huge prison ship maneuver into position and sink noiselessly to the ground. It gleamed dully in the afternoon sun, tangible proof of Earth’s long reach and powerful grasp. A hatch opened, and a landing stage was let down. The prisoners, flanked by guards, marched down and assembled in the square.

As usual, most of the population of Tetrahyde had gathered to watch and cheer the disembarkation ceremony. Barrent moved through the crowd and stationed himself behind the ranks of prisoners and guards. He touched his pocket to make sure the needlebeam was still there. It had been made for him by Group Two fabricators, completely of plastic to escape any metals detector. The rest of his pockets were stuffed with equipment. He hoped he wouldn’t have to use any of it.

The loudspeaker voice began to read off the prisoners’ numbers, as it had when Barrent had disembarked. He listened, knees slightly bent, waiting for the beginning of the diversion.

The loudspeaker voice was coming to the end of the prisoner list. There were only ten left. Barrent edged forward. The voice droned on. Four prisoners left, three …

As the number of the last prisoner was announced, the diversion began. A black cloud of smoke darkened the pale sky, and Barrent knew that the Group had set fire to the empty barracks in Square A-2. He waited.

Then it came. There was a stupendous explosion, blasting through two rows of empty buildings. The shock wave was staggering. Even before debris began to fall, Barrent was running toward the ship.

The second and third explosions went off as he came into the ship’s shadow. Quickly he stripped off his Omegan outer garments. Under them, he wore a facsimile of guard’s uniform. Now he ran toward the landing stage.

The loudspeaker voice was calling loudly for order. The guards were still bewildered.

The fourth explosion threw Barrent to the ground. He got to his feet instantly and sprinted up the landing stage. He was inside the ship. Outside, he could hear the guard captain shouting orders. The guards were beginning to form into ranks, their weapons ready to use against the restive crowd. They were retreating to the ship in good order.

Barrent had no more time to listen. He was standing in a long, narrow corridor. He turned to the right and raced toward the bow of the ship. Far behind him, he could hear the heavy marching tread of the guards.

Now, he thought, the information he had been given about the ship had better be right, or the expedition was finished before it began.

He sprinted past rows of empty cells, and came to a door marked guard assembly room. A lighted green bulb above the door showed that the air system was on. He went by it, and came to another door. Barrent tried it now, and found it unlocked. Within was a room stacked high with spare engine parts. He entered and closed the door.

The guards marched down the corridor. Barrent could hear them talking as they entered the assembly room.

“What do you think started those explosions?”

“Who knows? Those prisoners are crazy, anyhow.”

“They’d blow up the whole planet, if they could.”

“Good riddance.”

“Well, it didn’t cause any damage. There was an explosion like that about fifteen years ago. Remember?”

“I wasn’t here then.”

“Well, it was worse than this. Two guards were killed, and maybe a hundred prisoners.”

“What started it?”

“Don’t know. These Omegans just enjoy blowing things up.”

“Next thing you know, they’ll be trying to blow
us
up.”

“Not a chance. Not with the guardships up there.”

“You think so? Well, I’ll be glad to get back to the checkpoint.”

“You said it. Be good to get off this ship and live a little.”

“It isn’t a bad life at the checkpoint, but I’d rather go back to Earth.”

“Well, you can’t have everything.”

The last of the guards entered the assembly room and dogged the door shut. Barrent waited. After a while, he felt the ship vibrate. It was beginning its departure.

He had learned some valuable information. Apparently all or most of the guards got off at the checkpoint. Did that mean that another detachment of guards got on? Probably. And a checkpoint implied that the ship was searched for escaped prisoners. It was probably only a perfunctory search, since no prisoner had escaped in the history of Omega. Still, he would have to figure out a way of avoiding it.

But he would face that when the time came. Now he felt the vibration cease, and he knew that the ship had left the surface of Omega. He was aboard, unobserved, and the ship was on its way to Earth. So far, everything had gone according to plan.

For the next few hours, Barrent stayed in the storage room. He was feeling very tired, and his joints had begun to ache. The air in the small room had a sour, exhausted smell. Forcing himself to his feet, Barrent walked to the air vent and put his hand over it. No air was coming through. He took a small gauge out of his pocket. The oxygen content of the room was falling rapidly.

Cautiously he opened the storeroom door and peered out. Although he was dressed in a perfect replica of guard’s uniform, he knew he couldn’t pass among men who knew each other so well. He had to stay in hiding. And he had to have air.