"What is it, Baret?" he said I felt like a small child before the
principal of the school.
"I have come to ask you whether it is necessary for me to go," I
answered. He nodded slightly, never looking up.
"It is necessary," he said. "Your visit was pre-arranged and definite."
I made a gesture of remonstrance.
"But I don't want to go," I insisted. "I like this place, and I am
willing to fall into its life if I can remain under any conditions."
"It is impossible," he objected angrily.
"I have never been told why or how I came here. You said you would tell
me that."
"I have never been told myself. It is a matter known to the men who
handled it."
"If I went to them, surely they could find some way to let me stay?"
"No," he said coldly, "the thing was as definite as every event that
takes place here. We do not let things happen haphazardly. We do not
alter what has been arranged. And even if it were possible to let you
stay--which I am inclined to doubt--they would not permit it."
* * * * *
"Why not?" I asked dully.
"Because there is no place for you. Our social system has been planned
for hundreds of years ahead. Every individual of today and every
individual of the next six generations has his definite place, his
program, his work to do. There is no place for you. It is impossible to
fit you in, for you have no work, no training, no need that you can
fill. You have no woman, and there are no women for your children or
your children's children. You are unnecessary. To fit you in, one would
have to disrupt the whole system for generations ahead. It is
impossible."
I thought a moment, hopelessly.
"If I made a place?" I suggested. "Suppose I took someone else's place?"
He smiled, a faint, cold smile.
"Murder? It is impossible. You are always under the control of the
Bureau in some way, whether you are aware of it or not."
* * * * *
I turned away, a little dazed. The whole thing was inevitable and clear
as he put it. I knew there was nothing to be done.
I left his apartment, and went down the corridor to the landing stage.
No one interfered with my movements, and my commands were not
questioned. I ordered a plane, and gave my name to the girl in charge.
"Your destination?" she asked.
I said, "I am only going for pleasure."
"Your return?"
"Expect me in an hour."
I had watched Selda pilot the planes for so many weeks that I was
familiar with the controls. I rose swiftly, circled the building, and
headed north toward the mountains. I hadn't the courage to see Selda
again. It was only a little while before I came to the place by the
river where we had spent the morning. I slowed down, and flew over it,
just above the waterfall.
There was a landing-spot by the river just beyond the top of the fall. I
came to rest there, and left the machine.
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