Part 2 (1/2)
”However, that doesn't mean that we should surrender to the Mars Convicts. In fact, for all their cleverness, they appear to be acting out of something very close to desperation. They have gained no essential advantage through their trick, and we must a.s.sume they made the mistake of underestimating us. This gentleman they sent to Earth has been given thorough physical examinations. They show him to be in excellent health. He is also younger by many years than most of us.
”So he will be confined to quarters where he will be comfortable and provided with whatever he wishes ... but where he will not be provided with any way of doing harm to himself. And then, I believe, we can simply forget about him. He will receive the best of attention, including medical care. Under such circ.u.mstances, we can expect his natural life span to exceed our own.
”Meanwhile, we shall continue our program of developing our own s.p.a.cedrive. As the Mars Convicts themselves foresee, we'll gain it eventually and will then be more than a match for them. Until then the defense fields around Earth will remain closed. No s.h.i.+p will leave Earth and no s.h.i.+p will be admitted to it. And in the long run we will win.”
The spokesman paused, added, ”If there are no other suggestions, this man will now be conducted to the hospital of the Machine where he is to be detained for the remainder of his days.”
Across the hall from Menesee, a figure arose deliberately in one of the boxes. A heavy voice said, ”Spokesman Dorn, I very definitely do have a suggestion.”
Dorn looked over, nodded warily. ”Go ahead, Director Squires!”
Menesee grimaced in distaste. He had no liking for Squires, a harsh, arrogant man, notorious for his relentless persecution of any director or officer who, in Squires' opinion, had become slack in his duties to the Machine. But he had a large following in the upper echelons, and his words carried weight.
Squires folded his arms, said unhurriedly as if savoring each word, ”As you pointed out, Spokesman Dorn, we cannot hurt the person of this prisoner. His immediate accomplices also remain beyond our reach at present. However, our hands are not--as you seem to imply--so completely tied that we cannot strike back at these rascals at once.
There are camps on Earth filled with people of the same political stripe--potential supporters of the Mars Convicts who would be in fullest sympathy with their goals if they learned of them.
”I suggest that these people serve now as an object lesson to show the Mars Convicts the full measure of our determination to submit to no threats of force! Let this prisoner and the other convicts who doubtless are lurking in nearby s.p.a.ce beyond Earth's defense fields know that _for every day_ their obscene threat against the high officers of the Machine continues hundreds of malcontents who would welcome them on Earth will be painfully executed! Let them--”
Pain doubled Menesee abruptly over the table before him. A savage, compressing pain, very different from the fiery touch of the nerve stimulators, which held him immobile, unable to cry out or draw breath.
It relaxed almost as instantaneously as it had come on. Menesee slumped back in his chair, shaken and choking, fighting down bitter nausea. His eyes refocused painfully on Rainbolt, gray-faced but on his feet, in the prisoner's area.
”You will find,” Rainbolt was saying, ”that Director Squires is dead.
And so, I'm very much afraid, is every other member of the upper echelons whose heart was in no better condition than his. This was a demonstration I had not intended to give you. But since it has been given, it should serve as a reminder that while it is true we could not force you directly to do as we wish, there are things we are resolved not to tolerate.”
Ojeda was whispering shakily near Menesee, ”He controls his body to the extent that he was able to bring on a heart attack in himself and project it to all of us! He counted on his own superb physical condition to pull him through it unharmed. _That_ is why he didn't seem frightened when the administrator threatened him with a gun. Even if the spokesman hadn't acted, that gun never would have been fired.
”Menesee, no precautions we could take will stop that monster from killing us all whenever he finally chooses--simply by committing suicide through an act of will!”
Spokesman Dorn's voice seemed to answer Ojeda.
”Director Squires,” Dorn's voice said, still thinned by pain but oddly triumphant, ”became a victim of his own pointless vindictiveness. It was a mistake which, I am certain, no member of the Machine will care to repeat.
”Otherwise, this incident has merely served to confirm that the Mars Convicts operate under definite limitations. They _could_ kill us but can't afford to do it. If they are to thrive in s.p.a.ce, they need Earth, and Earth's resources. They are aware that if the Machine's leaders.h.i.+p dies, Earth will lapse into utter anarchy and turn its tremendous weapons upon itself.
”The Mars Convicts could gain nothing from a ruined and depopulated planet. Therefore, the situation as it stands remains a draw. We shall devote every effort to turn it into a victory for us. The agreement we come to eventually with the Mars Convicts will be on our terms--and there is essentially nothing they or this man, with all his powers, can do to prevent it.”
The Missionary of Oneness swung his bronzed, well-muscled legs over the side of the hammock and sat up. With an expression of great interest, he watched Spokesman Dorn coming across the sun room towards him from the entrance corridor of his hospital suite. It was the first visit he'd had from any member of the organization of the Machine in the two years he had been confined here.
For Spokesman Dorn it had been, to judge by his appearance, a strenuous two years. He had lost weight and there were dark smudges of fatigue under his eyes. At the moment, however, his face appeared relaxed. It might have been the relaxation a man feels who has been emptied out by a hard stint of work, but knows he has accomplished everything that could possibly have been done.