Life on other planets -- Fiction; Science fiction; Slavery -- Fiction
"People," Dr. Haenlingen said, "understand very little. That's what
we're here for, Norma: to make them understand a little more. To make
them understand, in fact, what we want them to understand."
"The truth," Norma said.
"Of course," Dr. Haenlingen said, almost absently. "The truth."
This time there was a longer pause.
"Shall we get on with it, then?" Dr. Haenlingen said.
"I'm ready," Norma said. "'Complete and continuing silence.'"
Dr. Haenlingen paused. "What?... Oh. It should be perfectly obvious
that the average Confederation citizen, regardless of his training or
information, would not understand the project under development here
no matter how carefully it was explained to him. The very concepts of
freedom, justice, equality under the law, which form the cornerstone
of Confederation law and, more importantly, Confederation societal
patterns, will prevent him from judging with any real degree of
objectivity our actions on Fruyling's World, or our motives."
"Actions," Norma muttered. "Motives." The trace flew busily over the
pad, leaving its shorthand trail.
"It was agreed in the original formation of our project here that
silence and secrecy were essential to the project's continuance. Now,
in the third generation of that project, the wall of silence has been
breached and I have received repeated reports of rumors regarding our
relationship with the natives. The very fact that such rumors exist
is indication enough that an explosive situation is developing. It is
possible for the Confederation to be forced to the wall on this issue,
and this issue alone: I cannot emphasize too strongly the fact that
such a possibility exists. Therefore--"
"Doctor," Norma said.
The dictation stopped. Dr. Haenlingen turned slowly. "Yes?"
"You wanted reactions, didn't you?" Norma said.
"Well?" The word was not unfriendly.
Norma hesitated for a second. Then she burst out: "But they're so
far away! I mean--there isn't any reason why they should really
care. They're busy with their own lives, and I don't really see why
whatever's done here should occupy them--"
"Because you're not seeing them," Dr. Haenlingen said. "Because
you're thinking of the Confederation, not the people who compose the
Confederation, all of the people on Mars, and Venus, the moons and
Earth. The Confederation itself--the government--really doesn't care.
Why should it? But the people do--or would."
"Oh," Norma said, and then: "Oh. Of course."
"That's right," Dr. Haenlingen said. "They hear about freedom, and all
the rest, as soon as they're old enough to hear about anything. It's
part of every subject they study in school, it's part of the world they
live in, it's like the air they breathe. They can't question it: they
can't even think about it."
"And, of course, if they hear about Fruyling's World--"
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