"Yes, I shall be happy to," she replied. "In the meantime, I want you
to know that my father has made an application for a license for you.
You will soon be called to our traffic bureau and instructed how to
operate our planes, and about our traffic rules. When you have mastered
both, you may select your plane and travel about by yourself. For short
distances, we either walk or use underground conveyances. Now we will
ride back to my home by underground.
"Our subway transits cover most of our city, going north and south and
east and west; every community has its stop-offs, both for freight and
for passenger trains."
We were by now on the same street as the community court. We went down
the escalator at the corner to the passenger train platform. In place
of a ticket window, a trestle, or a coin deposit slot, I saw a very
pleasingly decorated space with comfortable seats, an attendant who
was very anxious to make us comfortable, and clean comfort stations,
which we could safely use without the fear of being bludgeoned and
robbed. The train soon arrived; the conductor with courtesy led us to
two individual seats similar to those in our Pullman cars. Each seat
had a little stand or table upon which were the latest magazines and
newspapers. But we were interested in our conversation, and paid no
attention to the news of the day.
Xora showed me a daily bulletin printed by her community. She told me
that every zone in every city has its own daily newspaper and radio
station. I examined it with interest. The east side of this city was
divided into three zones, and so was the west side. There were also
general dailies for every race on the planet covering all of the globe
news or intercontinental happenings without any display, classified or
other advertisements.
"We have full liberty of the press, radio, pictures and television,"
Xora said. "Our government has no right to censor them unless for
unmoral causes. Otherwise their freedom is inviolable. We are at
liberty to think, talk, broadcast, write about, and criticize our
government executives, or our political, and economic defects, from the
highest to the lowest, and state our opinions without reservation.
"We give and accept criticism in a friendly spirit, but we are very
careful not to make libelous statements."
We had now reached our community, and the conductor signaled for a
stop. He led us out to a platform near their commissary department,
a very large store with food and beverage of every kind displayed on
white monel shelves. Inside the spic and span interiors were attendants
busy taking care of their customers.
I again said, "During my short visit here I cannot help but observe
everywhere the unusual cleanliness in your homes, on your walks, in
your station, and on your subway cars, and in the neat appearance of
all your people, both young and old. It seems to be an inborn habit of
you people of Mars. How did it begin?"
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