The Status Civilization

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Dravivian led him into a large room paneled in walnut. The furniture was of a heavy, black wood, intricately carved and varnished. The desk, high and straight, seemed to be an antique. A heavy tapestry covered one entire wall. It depicted, in fading colors, a medieval hunting scene.

“Do you like it?” Dravivian asked. “My family did the furnishing. My wife copied the tapestry from an original in the Metropolitan Museum. My two sons collaborated on the furniture. They wanted something ancient and Spanish in feeling, but with more comfort than antiques usually give. A slight modification of the lines accomplished that. My own contributions are not visible. Music of the baroque period is my specialty.”

“Aside from policework,” Barrent said.

“Yes, aside from that.” Dravivian turned away from Barrent and looked thoughtfully at the tapestry. “We will come to the matter of the police in due course. Tell me first, what do you think of this room?”

“It’s very beautiful,” Barrent said.

“Yes. And?”

“Well—I’m no judge.”

“You must judge,” Dravivian said. “In this room you can see Earth’s civilization in miniature. Tell me what you think of it.”

“It feels lifeless,” Barrent said.

Dravivian turned to Barrent and smiled. “Yes, that’s a good word for it. Self-involved might perhaps be better. This is a high-status room, Barrent. A great deal of creativity has gone into the artistic improvement of ancient archetypes. My family has re-created a bit of the Spanish past, as others have re-created bits of the Mayan, Early American, or Oceanic past. And yet, the essential hollowness is obvious. Our automatized factories produce the same goods for us year in and year out. Since everyone has these same goods, it is necessary for us to change the factory product, to improve and embroider it, to express ourselves through it, to rank ourselves by it. That’s how Earth is, Barrent. Our energy and skills are channeled into essentially decadent pursuits. We re-carve old furniture, worry about rank and status, and in the meantime the frontier of the distant planets remains unexplored and unconquered. We ceased long ago to expand. Stability brought the danger of stagnation, to which we succumbed. We became so highly socialized that individuality had to be diverted to the most harmless of pursuits, turned inward, kept from any meaningful expression. I think you have seen a fair amount of that in your time on Earth?”

“I have. But I never expected to hear the Chief of the Secret Police say it.”

“I’m an unusual man,” Dravivian said, with a mocking smile. “And the Secret Police is an unusual institution.”

“It must be very efficient. How did you find out about me?”

“That was really quite simple. Most of the people of Earth are security-conditioned from childhood. It’s part of our heritage, you know. Nearly all the people you met were able to tell that there was something very wrong about you. You were as obviously out of place as a wolf among sheep. People noticed, and reported directly to me.”

“All right,” Barrent said. “Now what?”

“First I would like you to tell me about Omega.”

Barrent told the Police Chief about his life on the prison planet. Dravivian nodded, a faint smile on his lips.

“Yes, it’s very much as I expected,” he said. “The same sort of thing has happened on Omega as happened in early America and Australia. There are differences, of course; you have been shut off more completely from the mother country. But the same fierce energy and drive is there, and the same ruthlessness.”

“What are you going to do?” Barrent asked.

Dravivian shrugged his shoulders. “It really doesn’t matter. I suppose I could kill you. But that wouldn’t stop your group on Omega from sending out other spies, or from seizing one of the prison ships. As soon as the Omegans begin to move in force, they’ll discover the truth anyhow.”

“What truth?”

“By now it must be obvious to you,” Dravivian said. “Earth hasn’t fought a war for nearly eight hundred years. We wouldn’t know how. The organization of guardships around Omega is pure façade. The ships are completely automatized, built to meet conditions of several hundreds years ago. A determined attack will capture a ship; and when you have one, the rest will fall. After that, there’s nothing to stop the Omegans from coming back to Earth; and there’s nothing on Earth to fight them with. This, you must realize, is the reason why all prisoners leaving Earth are divorced from their memories. If they remembered, Earth’s vulnerability would be painfully apparent.”

“If you knew all this,” Barrent asked, “why didn’t your leaders do something about it?”

“That was our original intention. But there was no real drive behind the intention. We preferred not to think about it. We assumed the status quo would remain indefinitely. We didn’t want to think about the day when the Omegans returned to Earth.”

“What are you and your police going to do about it?” Barrent asked.

“I am façade, too,” Dravivian told him. “I have no police. The position of Chief is entirely honorary. There has been no need of a police force on Earth for close to a century.”

“You’re going to need one when the Omegans come home,” Barrent said.

“Yes. There’s going to be crime again, and serious trouble. But I think the final amalgamation will be successful. You on Omega have the drive, the ambition to reach the stars. I believe you need a certain stability and creativeness which Earth can provide. Whatever the results, the union is inevitable. We’ve lived in a dream here for too long. It’s going to take violent measures to awaken us.”

Dravivian rose to his feet. “And now,” he said, “since the fate of Earth and Omega seem to be decided, could I offer you some refreshment?”