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Episode Date: February 23, 2023

Adaptation by Mack Reynolds audiobook. Genre: scifi In 1960 when this was published, the Cold War was at its height. Communism and Free Enterprise (Democracy) were locked in a ferocious struggle to prove that their political ideology was the best form of government for human kind. No holds were barred in this fight; propaganda was poured forth by both sides in a constant push to be seen as better, more progressive, more productive. Nuclear war was a constant threat. I know, I lived through that time. Thankfully the world came through that stressful time without a hot war but the question was not really settled: which is the better system? This story explores that question. 'Hardly had man solved his basic problems on the planet of his origin than he began to fumble into space. Barely a century had elapsed in the exploration of the Solar System than he began to grope for the stars. And suddenly, with an all but religious zeal, mankind conceived its fantasy dream of populating the galaxy.' For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:12:01) Chapter 02 (00:27:50) Chapter 03 (00:52:16) Chapter 04 (01:14:35) Chapter 05 (01:31:31) Chapter 06 (01:46:20) Chapter 07 (01:54:47) Chapter 08 (02:10:54) Chapter 09 (02:20:19) Chapter 10 (02:30:10) Chapter 11 (02:40:46) Chapter 12 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Adaptation by Mac Reynolds Forward and Part 1 Hardly had man solved his basic problems on the planet of his origin, then he began to fumble into space. Barely a century had elapsed in the exploration of the solar system, then he began to grope for the stars, and suddenly, with all but religious zeal, mankind conceived its fantasy dream of populating the galaxy. Never in the history of the race had fervor reached such a peak, and hell so long.

The question of why was seemingly ignored. Millions of Earth-type planets beckoned, and with a lemming-like desperation, humanity erupted into them. But the obstacles were frightening in their magnitude. The planets and satellites of Saul had proven comparatively tractable, and those that were suited to man-life were quickly brought under his dominion. But there, of course, he had the advantage of proximity. The time involved in running back and forth to the home planet was meaningless,

and all Earth's resources could be thrown into each problem's solving. But a planet, a year removed in transportation or even communication, Ah, this was another thing, and more than once a million colonists were lost before the earthlings could adapt to the new climate, new flora and fauna, new bacteria, or to factors which the most far-out visionary had never fancied, perhaps the lack of something never before missed. So, mad with the lust to cede the universe with his kind, man sought new methods. To a hundred thousand worlds they sent smaller colonies, as few as a hundred pioneers apiece, and there marooned them to adapt if adapt they could.

For a millennium, each colony was left to its own resources, to conquer the environment or to perish in the effort. A thousand years was sufficient. Invariably it was found on those planets where human life survived their lives. all, man slipped back during his first two or three centuries into a state of barbarism, then slowly began to inch forward again. There were exceptions, and the progress on one planet never exactly duplicated that on another. However, the average was surprisingly close to both Nader and Zenith in terms of evolution

of society. In a thousand years it was deemed by the Office of Galactic Colonization, such parts of the Pioneers had largely adjusted to the new environment and were ready for civilization, industrialization, and eventual assimilation into the rapidly evolving Galactic Commonwealth. Of course, even from the beginning, new and unforeseen problems manifested themselves. From Man in Antiquity, published in Terra City, Saul, Galactic Year 3,5002. Adaptation Part 1 The coordinator said,

I suppose I'm an incurable romantic. You see, I hate to see you go. Academician Amchelle Mayer was a man in early middle years. Dr. Leonid Plekanov, his contemporary. They offset one another. Mayor thin and high-pitched his collie, heavy, slow, and dower. Now they both showed their puzzlement. The coordinator added,

Without me. Plekanov kept his massive face blank. It wasn't for him to be impatient with his superior. Nevertheless, the ship was waiting, stocked and crude. Amshell mayor said, Certainly a last-minute chat can't harm. Inwardly, he realized the other man's position. Here was a dream coming true,

and Mayor and his fellows were the last thread that held the coordinator's control over the dream. When they left, half a century would pass before he could again check developments. The coordinator became more business-like. Yes, he said, but I have more in mind than a chat. Very briefly, I wish to go over your assignment. Undoubtedly redundant, but if there are questions, no matter how seemingly trivial, This is the last opportunity to air them. What possible questions could there be at this late date, Plekanoff thought?

The department head swiveled slowly in his chair, and then back again as he talked. You are the first, the first of many, many such teams. The manner in which you handle your task will affect man's eternity. Obviously, since upon your experience we will base our future policies on interstellar colonization. His voice lost volume. The position in which you find yourselves should be humbling. It is, Amschel Mayer agreed. Plekanov nodded his head.

The coordinator nodded, too. However, the situation is as near ideal as we could hope. Rijl's planets are all but unbelievably earth-like. Almost all our flora and fauna have been adaptable. certainly our race has been. These two are the first of the seated planets. Almost a thousand years ago we deposited small bodies of colonists upon each of them. Since then we have periodically checked from a distance but never intruded.

His eyes went from one of his listeners to the other. No comments or questions thus far? Mayor said, This is one thing that surprises me. The colonies are so small to begin with. How could they possibly populate a whole world in one millennium? The coordinator said, Man adapts, Amchel.

Have you studied the development of the United States? During her first century and a half, the need was for population to fill the vast lands rested from the Amerians. Families of eight, ten and twelve children were the common thing. Much larger ones were not unknown. And the generations crowded one against another. A girl worried about spinsterhood if she reached seventeen unwed. But in the next century?

The frontier vanished. The driving need for population was gone. Not only were drastic immigration laws passed, but the family shrunk rapidly until by mid-twentieth century. The usual consisted of two or three children, and even the childish family became increasingly common. Mayor frowned impatiently. But still a thousand years.

There was always famine, war, disease. Pleckanov snorted patronizingly. Forty to fifty generations. Amchel? Starting with a hundred colonists? Where are your mathematics? The coordinator said. The proof is there.

We estimate that each of Rijl's planets now supports a population of nearly one billion. To be more exact, Plakanov rumbled, some 900 million on Genoa, seven and a half on Texcoco. Mayor smiled wryly. I wonder what the residents of each of these planets call their worlds. Hardly the same names we have arbitrarily bestowed. Probably each call there is the world, the coordinator smiled. After all, the basic language, in spite of a thousand years, is still Amer English.

However, I assume you are familiar with our method of naming. The most advanced culture on Rijal's first planet is to be compared to the Italian cities during Europe's feudalistic era. We have named that planet Genoa. The most advanced nation of the second planet is comparable to the Aztecs at the time of the conquest. We considered Teno-Cetilian, but it seemed a tongue-twister, so Texcoco is the alternative. modernizing genoa mayor mused should be considerably easier than the task of semi-primitive texoco plekinoff shrugged not necessarily

the coordinator held up a hand and smiled at them please no debates on methods at present an hour from now you will be in space with a year of travel before you during that time you'll have opportunity for discussion debate and hair pulling on every phase of your problem His expression became more serious. You are acquainted with the unique position you assume. These colonists are in your control, to an extent, no small group has ever dominated millions of others before. No Caesar ever exerted the power that will be in your educated hands. For a half-century you will be as gods. Your science, your productive know-how, your medicine,

if it comes to that your weapons, are many centuries in advance of theirs. As I said before, your position should be humbling. Mayor squirmed in his chair. Why not check upon us, say, once every decade? In all our ship's company numbers but sixteen persons. Almost anything could happen. If you were to send a department craft each ten years,

the coordinator was shaking his head. Your qualifications are as high as anyone available. Once on the scene, you will begin accumulating information which we here in Terror City do not have. Were we to send another group in ten years to check upon you, all they could do would be to interfere in a situation all the factors with which they would not be cognizant. Amshel Mayer shifted nervously. But no matter how highly trained, nor how highly trained, nor how earnest our efforts we still may fail, his voice worried. The department cannot expect guaranteed

success. After all, we are the first. Admittedly, your group is first to approach the hundreds of thousands of planets we have seated. If you fail, we will use your failure to perfect the eventual system we must devise for future teams. Even your failure would be of infinite use to us. He lifted and dropped his shoulder. I have no desire to undermine your belief in yourselves, but how are we to know? Perhaps that will be a score of failures before we find the ideal method of quickly bringing these primitive colonies into our galactic commonwealth. The coordinator came to his feet and sighed.

He still hated to see them go. If there is no other discussion. End of Part 1. Part 2 of Adaptation by Mement. Riddles. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Part 2 Specialist Joseph Chesman stood solidly before a viewing screen.

Theoretically he was on watch. Actually, his eyes were unseeing. There was nothing to see. The star pattern changed so slowly as to be all but permanent. Not that every other task on board was not similar. One man could have been. taken the pedagogue from the solar system to Rigel just as easily as a sixteen-hand crew was doing. Automation at its ultimate, not even the steward department, had tasks adequate to fill the hours.

He had got beyond the point of yawning. His mind was a blank during these hours of duty. He was a stolid bear of a man, short and mass of a build. A voice behind him said, Second watch reporting requests permission to take over the bridge. Chesman turned, and it took a brief moment for the blankness in his eyes to fade into life. Hello, Kennedy, you on already? Seems like I just got here, he muttered in self-contradiction. Or that I've been here a month. Technician Jerome Kennedy grinned.

Of course, if you want to stay, Chessman said glumly. What difference does it make where you are? What are they doing in the lounge? Kennedy looked at the screen, not expecting to see anything and accomplishing just that. Still on their marathon argument, Joe Chesman grunted. Just to be saying something, Kennedy said, how do you stand on the big debate? I don't know. I suppose I favor Puckinoff.

How we're going to take a bunch of savages and teach them modern agriculture and industrial methods in 50 years under democratic institutions, I don't know. I can see them putting it to a vote where we suggest fertilizer might be a good idea. He didn't feel like continuing the conversation. See you later, Kennedy, and then, as an afterthought formerly, relinquishing the watch to third officer. As he left the compartment, Jerry Kennedy called after him. Hey, what's the course?

Chestman growled over his shoulder, the same as it was last month and the same. same it'll be next month. It wasn't much of a joke, but it was the only one they had between themselves. In the ship's combination lounge and mess, he drew a cup of coffee. Joe Chessman, among whose specialties were propaganda and primitive politics, was third in line in the expedition's hierarchy. As such, he participated in the endless controversy dealing with overall strategy, but only as a junior member of the firm. Amshell Mayor and Leonid Plekinoff were the center of the fracas, and right now were at it hot and heavy. Joe Chessman listened with only half interest.

He settled into a chair on the opposite side of the lounge and sipped at his coffee. They were going over their old battlefields, assaulting ramparts they'd stormed a thousand times over. Pleckinoff was saying, dockedly, Any planned economy is more efficient than any unplanned one. What could be more elementary than that? How could anyone in his right mind deny that? And Mayor snapped. I deny it.

That term planned economy covers a multitude of sins. My dear Leonid, don't be an idiot. I beg your pardon, sir. Oh, don't get into one of your huff's, Plekanov. They were at that stage again. Technician Nat Roberts entered a book in hand and sent the trend of conversation in a new direction. He said worriedly, I have been studying up on this, and what we're confronted with is two different ethnic periods,

barbarism and feudalism, handling them both at once doubles our problems. One of the junior specialists who'd been sitting to one side said, I've been thinking about that, and I believe I've got an answer. Why not all of us concentrate on Texcoco? When we brought them to the general level, which shouldn't take more than a decade or two, then we can start working on the Genoese two. Mayor snapped. And by that time we'll hardly have more than half our fifty years left to raise the two of them to an industrial technology.

Don't be an idiot, Stevens. Stevens flushed his resentment. Puckinoff said slowly. Besides, I'm not sure that, given the correct method, we cannot raise Texcoco to an industrialized society in approximately the same time it would take to bring Genoa there. Mayor bleated a sarcastic laugh at that opinion. Nat Roberts tossed his book to the table and sank into a chair. If only one of them had maintained itself at a reasonable level of development, we'd have

had help in working with the other. As it is, there are only sixteen of us. He shook his head. Why did the knowledge held by the original colonists melt away? How can an intelligent people lose such basics as the smelting of iron, gunpowder, the use of coal as a fuel? Plekinov was heavy with condescension. Roberts, you seem to have entered upon this expedition with a lack of background.

Consider, you put down a hundred colonists, products of the most advanced culture. Among these you have one or two who can possibly repair an IBM machine, but is there one who can smelt iron or even locate the ore? We have others who could design an automated textile factory. But do any know how to weave a blanket on a handloom? The first generation gets along well with the weapons and equipment brought with them from Earth. They maintain the old ways. The second generation follows along, but already, ammunition for the weapons runs short. The machinery imported from Earth needs parts. There is no local

economy that can provide such things. The third generation begins to think of Earth as a legend, and the methods necessary to survive on the new planet conflict with those the first settlers imported. By the fourth generation, Earth is no longer a legend but a fable. But the books, the tapes, the films, Roberts injected. Go with the guns, the vehicles, and the other things brought from Earth. On a new planet, there is no leisure class among the colonists. Each works hard if the group is to survive. There is no time to write new books, nor to copy the old, and the second and especially the third generation, or impatient of the time needed to learn to read, time that should be spent in the fields are at the chase.

The youth of an industrial culture can spend twenty years and more achieving a basic education before assuming adult responsibilities. But no pioneer society can afford to allow its offspring to so waste its time. Nat Roberts was being stubborn. But still a few would carry the torch of knowledge. Plekinov nodded ponderously. For a while. But then comes their reaction against these non-conformists, these crackpots who,

by spending time at books, failed to carry their share of the load. One day they wake up to find themselves expelled from the group, if not knocked over the head. Joe Chessman had been following Pluckinoff's argument. He said dowerly. But finally the group conquers its environment to the point where a minimum of leisure is available again. Not for everybody, of course. Amshell mayor bounced back into the discussion. Enter the priest, enter the warlord,

enter the smart operator who talks or fights himself into a position where he's free from drudgery. Joe Chesman said reasonably. If you don't have the man with leisure, society stagnates. Somebody has to have time off for thinking if the whole group is to advance. Admittedly, mayor agreed, I'd be the last to contend that an upper class is necessarily parasitic. Plekinoff grumbled. We're getting away from the subject. In spite of mayors poorly founded opinions, it is quite obvious that only a collectivized economy

is going to enable these Rijal planets to achieve an industrial culture in as short a period as half a century. Amshell mayor reacted as might have been predicted. Look here, Plykenoff. We have our own history to go by. Man made his greatest strides under a freely competitive system. Well now, Chessman began. Prove that, Pleckonov insisted loudly.

Your so-called free economy countries. such as England, France, and the United States, began their industrial revolution in the early part of the 19th century. It took them a hundred years to accomplish what the Soviets did in 50 in the next century. Just a moment now, Mayor simmered. That's fine, but the Soviets were able to profit by the pioneering the free countries did. The scientific developments, the industrial techniques were handed to her on a platter. Specialist Martin Gunther, thus for silent, put in his calm opinion. Actually, it seems to me the fastest industrialization comes under a paternal guidance from a more

advanced culture. Take Japan. In 1854, she was open to trade by Commodore Perry. In 1871, she abolished feudalism and encouraged by her own government and utilized the most advanced techniques of a sympathetic West, she began to industrialize. Gunther smiled wryly, soon to the dismay of the very countries that originally sponsored bringing her into the modern world. By 1894, she was able to wage a successful war against China, and by 1904, she took on and trounced Tsarist Russia. In a period of 35 years,

she had advanced from feudalism to a world power. Joe Chesman took his turn. He said, obdurately, Your paternalistic guidance, given an uncontrolled competitive system, doesn't always work out. Take India, after she gained independence from England. She tried to industrialize and had the support of the free nations. But what happened?

Plackenov leaned forward to take the ball. Yes. There's your classic example. Compare India and China. China had a planned industrial development. None of this free competitive nonsense. In ten years they had startled the world with their advances. In twenty years, yes, Stephen said softly, but at what price? Placanov turned on him. At any price, he roared. In one generation they left behind. the China of famine, flood, illiteracy, warlords, and all the misery that had been China's throughout history.

Stephen said mildly, whether in their admitted advances they left behind all the misery that had been China's is debatable, sir. Pleckinoff began to bellow an angry retort, but Amshell Mayor popped suddenly to his feet and lifted a hand to quiet the others. Our solution has just come to me. Plekinov glowered at him. Mayor said excitedly, "'Remember what the coordinator told us.

This expedition of ours is the first of its type. Even though we fail, the very mistakes we make will be invaluable. Our task is to learn how to bring backward peoples into an industrialized culture in roughly half a century. The mess room's occupants scowled him. thus far he'd said nothing new. Mayor went on enthusiastically. Thus far in our debates, we've had two basic suggestions on procedure. I have advocated a system of free competition.

My learned colleague has been of the opinion that a strong state and a planned, not to say, totalitarian economy would be the quicker. He paused dramatically. Very well. I am in favor of trying, them both. They regarded him blankly. He said with impatience.

There are two planets at different ethnic periods. It is true. But not so far apart as all that. Fine. Eight of us will take Genoa and eight Texcoco. Plekinoff rumbled. Fine, indeed. But which group will have the use of the pedagogue with its library, its laboratories,

its shops, its weapons? For a moment, Mayor was stopped. But Joe Chessman growled. That's no problem. Leave her in orbit around Rijal. We've got two small boats with which to ferry back and forth. Each group could have the use of her facilities any time they wished. I suppose we could have periodic conferences, Plekinoff said,

say once every decade to compare notes and make further plans, if necessary. Nat Roberts was worried. We had no such instructions from the coordinator, dividing our forces like that. Mayor cut him short. My dear Roberts, we were given court blanche. It's up to us to decide procedure. Actually, this system realizes twice the information such expeditions as ours might ordinarily offer.

Texcoco for me, Pekinov grumbled, accepting the plan in its whole. The more backward of the two, but under my guise, guidance in half a century, it will be the more advanced. Mark me. Look here, Martin Gunther said. Do we have two of each of the basic specialists so that we can divide the party in such a way that neither planet will miss out in any one field? Amshel Mayer was beaming at the reception of his scheme.

The point is well taken, my dear Martin. However, you'll recall that our training was deliberately made such that each man spreads over several fields. This, in case during our half-century without contact, one or more of us meets with accident. Besides, the pedagogues library is such that any literate can soon become effective in any field to the extent needed on the Rigel planets. End of Part 2. Part 3 of Adaptation by Mac Reynolds. This Libre Vox recording is in the public domain. Part 3

Joe Chesman was at the controls of the space lighter. At his side sat Leonid Plykenoff, and behind them the other six members of their team. They had circled Texcoco twice at great altitude, four times at a lesser one. Now they were low enough to spot man-made works. Nomadic, Pleckonov muttered, nomadic and village cultures. A few dozen urbanized cultures, Chessman said, Whoever compared the most advanced nation to the Aztecs was accurate, except for the fact that they based themselves along a river rather than a mountain plateau."

Pekinoff said, similarities to the Egyptians and Sumerians. He looked over his beefy shoulder at the technician who was photographing the areas over which they passed. How does our geographer progress, Roberts?" Nat Roberts brought his eyes up from his camera viewer. I've got most of what we'll need for a while, sir." Pleckinoff turned back to Chessman. We might as well head for that principal city, the one with the pyramids.

We'll make initial contact there. I like the suggestion of surplus labor available. Surplus labor? Chessman said, setting the controls. How do you know? Pyramids, Pleckonov rumbled. I've always been of the opinion that such projects as pyramids, whether they be in the Yucatan or Egypt or make work affairs.

A priesthood or other ruling clique, keeping its people busy and hints out of mischief. Chessman adjusted a speed lever and settled back. I can see their point, but I don't agree with it, Plackenov said ponderously. A society that builds pyramids is a static one, for that matter any society that resorts to make work projects to busiest citizenry has something basically wrong. Joe Chessman said sourly, I wasn't supporting the idea just understanding the view of the priesthoods. They made a nice thing for themselves and didn't want to see anything happened to it. It's not the only time a group in the saddle has held up progress for the sake of remaining

there. Priests, slave owners, feudalistic barons or bureaucrats of a twentieth-century police state. A ruling click will never give up power without pressure. Barry Watson leaned forward. and pointed down and to the right. There's the river, he said. And there's your capital city. The small spacecraft settled at decreasing speed. Chessman said, The central square?

It seems to be their market by the number of people. I suppose so, Plekinov grunted. Right there before the largest pyramid, we'll remain inside the craft for the rest of today and tonight. Nat Roberts, who had put away his camera, said, But why? It's crowded in here. Because I said so, Plykanov rumbled.

The first impression is important. Our flying machine is undoubtedly the first they've seen. We've got to give them time to assimilate the idea and then get together a welcoming committee. We'll want the top men right from the beginning. The equivalent of the Emperor Montezuma meeting Cortez, eh? Barry Watson said, a real red carpet welcome. The pedagogues space lighter settled to the plaza gently, some fifty yards from the ornately decorated pyramid which stretched up several hundred feet, and was topped by a small temple-like

building. Chessman stretched and stood up from the controls. Your anthropology ought to be better than that, Barry, he said. There was no Emperor Montezuma and no Aztec Empire, except in the minds of the Spanish. He peered out one of the heavy ports, and by the looks of this town we'll find an almost duplicate of Aztec society. I don't believe they've even got the wheel. The eight of them clustered about the craft's portholes, taking in the primitive city that surrounded them. The square had emptied at their approach, and now the several thousand citizens that had filled it were peering fearfully from street entrances and alleyways. Cogswell, a fiery

little technician, said, Look at them. It'll take hours before they drum up enough courage to come any closer. You were right, Doctor. If we left the boat now, we'd make fools of ourselves trying to coax them near enough to talk. Watson said to Joe Chesman. What do you mean, no Emperor Montezuma?" Chasmund said absently as he watched. When the Spanish got to Mexico, they didn't understand what they saw being muscle men rather than scholars. And before competent witnesses came on the scene, Aztec society was destroyed. The conquistadors, who did attempt to describe Teno Chitlan, misinterpreted it.

They were from a feudalistic world and tried to portray the Aztexasian. in such terms. For instance, the large Indian community houses they thought were palaces. Actually, Montezuma was a democratically elected war chief of a confederation of three tribes which militarily dominated most of the Mexican Valley. There was no empire because Indian society, being based on the clan, had no method of assimilating newcomers. The Aztec armies could loot and they could capture prisoners for their sacrifices, but they had no system of bringing their conquered enemies into the nation.

They hadn't reached that far in the evolution of society. The Incas could have taught them a few lessons. Plekanov nodded. Besides, the Spanish were fabulous liars. In Cortez's attempt to impress Spain's king, he built himself up far beyond reality. To read his reports you think the Pueblo of Mavis. Mexico had a population pushing a million. Actually, if it had thirty thousand it was doing well. Without a field agriculture and with their primitive transport, they must have been hard put to

to feed even that large a town. A tall, militarily erect native strode from one of the streets that debouched into the plaza and approached to within twenty feet of the spaceboat. He stared at it for at least ten minutes, then spun on his heel and strode off again in the direction of one of the solidly built stone buildings that lined the square on each side except that which the pyramid dominated. Cotswell chirped. Now that he's broken the ice, in a couple of hours kids will be scratching their names on our hole. In the morning two or three hours after dawn they made their preparations to disembarked. Of them all, only Leonid Pleckinoff was unarmed. Joe Chessman had a heavy handgun holstered at his waist.

The rest of the men carried submachine guns. More destructive weapons were hardly called for, nor available for that matter. Once world government had been established on earth, the age-old race for improved arms had fallen away. Chessman assumed command of the men growled brief instructions. If there is any difficulty, remember we're civilizing a planet of nearly a billion population. The life or death of a few individuals is meaningless. Look at our positions scientifically, dispassionately.

If it becomes necessary to use force, we have the right and the might to back it up. McBride, you stay with the ship. Keep the hatch closed and station yourself at the 50-calibre gun. The natives seemed to know intuitively that the occupants of the craft from the sky would present themselves at this time. Several thousand of them crowded the plaza. Warriors, armed with spears and bronze-headed war clubs, kept the more adventurous from crowding too near. The hatch opened, the steel-landing stair snaked out, and the hefty Pleckinoff stepped down, followed closely by chessmen. The others brought up the rear, Watson, Roberts, Stevens, Hawkins, and Cogswell.

They had hardly formed a compact group at the foot of the spacecraft, then the ranks of the natives parted, and what was obviously a delegation of officials approached them. In the Four was a giant of a man in his late middle years, and at his side a cold visage duplicate of him, obviously a son. Behind these were variously dressed others, military, priesthood, local officials by their appearance. Ten feet from the newcomers, they stopped. The leader said in quite understandable Amher English, I am taller, con of all the people. Our legends tell of you, you must be from First Earth.

He added, with a simple dignity, a quiet gesture. Welcome to the world. How may we serve you? Plekinoff said flatly. The name of this planet is Texcoco, and the inhabitants shall henceforth be called Texcokens. You are correct. We have come from Earth. Our instructions are to civilize you, to bring you the benefits of the latest technology, to prepare you to enter the community of planets. Fligmatically, he let his eyes go to.

to the pyramids, to the temples, the large community dwelling quarters. We'll call this city Tula, and its citizens Toulins. Taller looked thoughtfully at him, not having missed the tone of arrogant command. One of the group behind the con, clad in gray flowing robes, said to Plechnov, mild reproof in his voice, My son, we are the most advanced people on— Dex Coco. We have thought of ourselves as civilized.

However, we— Plakinov rumbled. I am not your son, old man, and you are far short of civilization. We can't stand here forever. Take us to a building where we can talk without these crowds staring at us. There is much to be done. Toller said, This is Minor, chief priest of the people.

The priest bowed his head, then said, the people are used to ceremony on outstanding occasions. We have arranged for suitable sacrifices to the gods. At their completion, we will proclaim a festival, and then the warriors had cleared away through the multitude to the pyramid, and now the earthlings could see a score of chained men and women, nude save for loincloths, and obviously captives. Plackenov made his way toward them.

chestman at his right and a pace to the rear. The prisoners stood straight and, considering their position, with calm." Pluckinoff glared at Toller. "'You were going to kill these?' The Khan said, reasonably. They are not of the people. They are prisoners taken in battle. Minor said, "'Their lives please the gods.' "'There are no gods, as you probably know,' Plakeneff said flatly. You will no longer sacrifice prisoners. A hush fell on the Texcokens.

Joe Chespin let his hand drop to his weapon. The movement was not lost on Taller's son, whose eyes narrowed. The Khan looked at the Burley Plekinaw for a long moment. He said, slowly, Our institutions fit our needs. What would you have us do with these people? They are our enemies. If we turn them loose, they will fight us again.

If we keep them imprisoned, they will eat our food. We tulans are not poor. We have food plenty, for we tulans, but we cannot feed all the thousands of prisoners we take in our wars. Joe Chesman said dryly, As of today there is a new policy. We put them to work. Plekinoff rumbled at him.

I'll explain our position, if you please. Then to the Toulins. To develop this planet we're going to need the labor of every man, woman, and child capable of work. Taller said, Perhaps your suggestion that we retire to a less public place is desirable. Will you follow?

He spoke a few words to an officer of the warriors who shouted orders. The Khan led the way, Pekinov and Chessman, following side by side, the other earthlings, their weapons unostentatiously ready, were immediately behind. Minor the priest, Taller's son and the other Toulon officers brought up the rear. In what was evidently the reception hall of Taller's official residence, the newcomers were made as comfortable as fur-padded low-stools provided. Half a dozen teenage Toulins brought a cool drink similar to Coco. It seemed to give a slight lift.

Taller had not become con of the most progressive nation on Texcoco by other than his own abilities. He felt his way carefully now. He had no manner of assessing the powers wielded by these strangers from space. He had no intention of precipitating a situation in which he would discover such powers to his sorrow. He said, carefully, You have indicated that you intend major changes in the lives of the people. Of all Texcalkins, Plexinoff said. U-Tulans are merely the beginning.

Minar the aged priest leaned forward. But why? We do not want these changes, whatever they may be. Already the Khan has allowed you to interfere with our worship of our gods. This will mean Pleckinov growled. Be silent. that old man, and don't bother to mention ever again your so-called gods. And now all of you listen.

Perhaps some of this will not be new. How much history has come down to you? I don't know. A thousand years ago, a colony of one hundred persons was left here on Texcoco. It will one day be of scholarly interest to trace them down through the centuries, but at present the task does not interest us. This expedition has been sent to re-contact you now that you have populated Texcoco and made such adaptations as were necessary to survive here. Our basic task is to modernize your society, to bring it to an industrialized culture.

Plekanov's eyes went to Talas' son. I assume you are a soldier? Taller said, This is Rief, my eldest, and by our customed, second in command of the people's armies. As Khan I am first. Reef nodded coldly to Plykenov. I am a soldier. He hesitated for a moment, then added, and willing to die to protect the people.

Indeed, Pleckonov rumbled. As a soldier, you will be interested to know that our first step will involve the amalgamation of all the nations and tribes of this planet. Not a small task. There should be opportunity for you. Toller said, Surely you speak in jest. The people have been at war for as long as scribes have records,

and never have we been stronger than today, never larger. To conquer the world, surely you jest. Pleckinov grunted ungraciously. He looked to Barry Watson, a lanky, youth, now leaning negligently against the wall, his submachine gun, however, at the easy reach. Watson, you're our military expert. Have you any opinions as yet? Yes, sir, Watson said easily. Until we can get iron weapons and firearms into full production, I suggest the Macedonian

phalanx for their infantry. They have the horse, but evidently the wheel has gone out of use. We'll introduce the chariot and also heavy carts to the carriages. to speed up logistics. We'll bring in the startup saddle, too. I have available for study works on every cavalry leader from Tamerlane to Jeb Stewart. Yes, sir. I have some ideas." Leckenoff and perched his happy lips.

From the beginning we're going to need manpower on a scale never dreamed of locally. We'll adopt a policy of expansion. Those who join us freely will become members of the state with full privileges. Those who resist will be made prisoners of war and used for shock labor on the roads and in the mines. However, a man works better if he has a goal, a dream. Each prisoner will be freed and become a member of the state after ten years of such work. He turned to his subordinates. Roberts and Hawkins, you will begin tomorrow to seek the nearest practical sources of iron ore and coal.

Wherever you discover them, we'll direct our first military expert. expeditions. Chessman and Cogswell. You'll assemble their best artisans and begin their training in such basic advancements as the wheel." Taller said softly, "'You speak of advancement, but thus far you have mentioned largely war and on such a scale that I wonder how many of the people will survive. What advancement. We have all we wish.' Pluckinoff caught him off with a curt motion of his hand. He indicated the hieroglyphics on the chamber's walls. How long does it take to learn such writing?

Minor, the priest, said, This is a mystery known only to the priesthood. One spends ten years in preparation to be a scribe. We'll teach you a new method which will have every citizen of the state reading and writing within a year. The Toulogs gaped at him. He moved ponderously over to Roberts, drew from its scabbard the soared bayonet, the other had at its hip. He took it, and slashed savagely at a stone pillar, gouging a heavy chunk from it. He tossed the weapon to reef whose eyes lit up. What metals have you been using? Copper,

bronze? Probably. Well, that's steel. You're going to move into the Iron Age overnight. He turned to Tuller. Are your priests also in charge of the health of your people? He growled. Are there cures obtained from mumbo-jumbo and a few herbs found in the desert? Within a decade I'll guarantee you that not one of your major diseases will remain. He turned to the priest and said, Or perhaps this will be the clincher for some of you. How many years do you have, old man?

Minor said with dignity, I am 64. Pekinoff said churlishly. And I am two hundred and thirty-three,' he called to Stevens. "'I think you're our youngest. How old are you?' Stevens grinned. "'Hundred and thirteen next month.' Minor opened his mouth, closed it again. No man but would prolong his youth.

Of a sudden he felt old, old,' Pekinov turned back to Taller. "'Most of the progress we have to offer is beyond your capacity to understand understand. We'll give you freedom from want. Health. We'll give you advances in every art. We'll eventually free every citizen from treasury, educate him, give him the opportunity to enjoy intellectual curiosity. We'll open the stars to him. All these things the coming of the state will eventually mean to you. Toulas Khan was not impressed. This you tell us, man from First Earth, But to achieve these you plan to change every phase of our lives, and we are happy with Tula the way it is.

I say this to you. There are but eight of you and many, many of us. We do not want your state return from whence you came. Pleckinov shook his massive head at the other. Whether or not you want these changes they will be made. if you fail to cooperate, we will find someone who will. I suggest you make the most of it." Taller arose from the squat stool upon which he'd been seated.

I have listened, and I do not like what you have said. I am a con of all the people. Now, leave in peace, or I shall order my warriors. Joe, Plucking off, said flattening. Watson. Joe Chessman took his heavy gun from its holster and triggered it twice. The roar of the explosions reverberated, thunderously in the confined space, deafening all and terrifying the Toulons.

Bright red colored the robes the Khan wore, colored them without beauty. Bright red splattered the floor. Leonid Pleckinoff stared at his second in command, wet his thick lips. "'Joe,' he spluttered, "'I hadn't. I didn't expect you to be so hasty.' Joe Chesman growled. "'We've got to let them know where we stand right now,

or they'll never hold still for us.' Cover the doors, Watson, Roberts. He motioned to the others with his head. Cogwell, Hawking, Stevens, get to those windows and watch. Taller was a crumpled heap on the floor. The other Texcokens stared at his body in shocked horror. All except Reif. Reith bent down over his father's body for a moment and then looked up his lips white at Plekanov.

He is dead. Leonid Plekinoff collected himself. Yes. Reef's cold face was expressionless. He looked at Joe Chesman, who stood stolidly to one side, Guns still in hand. Reif said, You can supply such weapons to my armies,

Plekanov said. That is our intention in time. Reef came erect. Subject to the approval of the clan leaders, I am now con. Tell me more of this state of which you have spoken. End of Part 3. Part 4 of Adaptation by Mac Reynolds.

This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Part 4 The sergeant stopped the small company about a quarter of a mile from the city of Bari. His detachment numbered only ten, but they were well armed with short swords and blunderbusses, and wore mail and steel helmets. On the face of it, they would have been a match for ten times this number of merchants. It was hardly noon, but the sergeant had obviously already been. at his wine-flask.

He leered at them. "'And where do you think you go?' The merchant who led the rest was a thin little man, but he was richly robed and destroyed a heavy black mare. He said, "'Two barry, soldier.' He drew a paper from a pouch. "'I hold this permission from Baron Menorheim

to pass through his lands with my people and chattels.' The lear turned mercenary. Unfortunately, Cityman, I can't read. What do you carry on the mules?" Personal property, which I repeat, I have permission to transport over Baron Manorheim's lands free from harassment from his followers." He added in irritation, "'The Baron is a friend of mine, fond of the gifts I give him.'

One of the soldiers grunted his skepticism, checked the flint on the lock of his piece, then looked at the sergeant suggestively. The sergeant said, As you say, merchant, my lord the baron is fond of gifts. Aren't we all? Unfortunately, I have received no word of your group. My instructions are to stop all intruders over the baron's lands,

and, if there is resistance to slay them and confiscate such properties as they may be carrying. The merchant sighed and reached into a, a small pouch. The eyes of the sergeant droop in greed. The hand emerged with two small coins. As you say, the merchant muttered bitterly, we are all fond of gifts. Will you do me the honor to drink my health at the tavern tonight? The sergeant said nothing, but his mouth slackened, and he fondled the hilt of his sword.

The merchant sighed again and dipped once more into the pouch. This time his hand emerged with half a dozen bits of silver. He handed them down to the other, complaining. How can a man profit in his affairs if every few miles he must pass another outstretched hand? The sergeant growled. You do not seem to starve, city-man. Now, on your way. You are fortunate I am too lazy today to bother going through your things.

Besides, and he grinned widely, the Baron gave me personal instructions not to bother you. The merchant snorted, kicked his heels into his B-sides, and led his half-dozen followers toward the city. The soldiers looked after them and howled their amusement. The money was enough to keep them soused for days. When they were out of earshot, Amchal Mayer, grinned his amusement back over his shoulder at Jerome Kennedy. How'll that come off, Jerry? The other sniffed in mock deprecation.

You're beginning to fit into the local merchant pattern better than the real thing. However, just for the record, I had this grease gun trained on them all the time. Mayor frowned. Only in extreme emergency, my dear Jerry. The Baron would be up in arms if he found a dozen of his men massacred on the the outskirts of Bari, and we don't want to showdown at this stage. It's taken nearly a year to build this part we act. At this time of day, the gates of the port city were open and the guards lounged idly. Their captain recognized Amshel Mayor, and did no more than

nod respectfully. They winded their way through narrow cobblestone streets, avoiding the crowds in the central market area. They pulled up eventually before a house, both larger and more ornate than its neighbors. Mayor and Kennedy dismounted from the horses and left their care to the others. Mayor beat with the heavy knocker on the door, and a slot opened for a quick check of his identity. The door opened wide, and technician Martin Gunther let them in. The others are here already? Mayor asked him.

Gunther nodded. Since breakfast. Baron Leonor, in particular, is impatient. Mayor said over his shoulder. All right, Jerry, this is where we put it to them. They entered a long conference room. A full score of men sat about the heavy wooden table. Most of them were as richly garbed as their host.

Most of them in their middle years. All of them alert of eye. All of them confidently at ease. Amshell Mayor took his place at the tables end, and Jerome Kennedy sank into the chair next to him. Mayor took the time to speak to each of his guests individually, then he leaned back and took in the gathering as a whole, he said. You probably realize that this group consists of the twenty most powerful merchants on the continent. Olderman nodded. We have been discussing your purpose and bringing us together,

"'Earable, Mayor. All of us are not friends.' He twisted his face in amusement. In fact, very few of us are friends. "'There is no need for you to be,' Mayor said stabbishly. "'But all are going to realize the need for cooperation. "'Honorables, I've just come from the city of Ronda. "'Although I paid heavily in advance to the three barons whose land I crossed, I had to bribe myself through a dozen roadblocks, had to pay exorbitant rates to cross three

ferries, and once had to fight off supposed bandits. One of his guests grunted, Who were actually probably soldiers of the local baron who had decided that although you had paid him transit fee, it still might be profitable to go through your goods. Mayor nodded. Exactly, my dear Honorable, and that is why we've gathered. Olderman had evidently assumed spokesmanship for the others. Now he said warily.

I don't understand. Genoa, if you'll pardon the use of this name to signify the planet upon which we reside, we'll never advance until trade has been freed from these bandits who call themselves lords and barons. eyebrows reached for hair lines. Olderman's eyes darted about the room, went to the doors. Please, he said, the servants. My servants are safe, Mayor said. One of his guests was smiling without humor.

You seem to forget, Honorable Mayor, that I carry the title of Baron. Mayor shook his head. No, Baron Leonor, but neither do you disagree with what I say. The businessman, the business man. The merchant, the manufacturer on Genoa today, is only tolerated. Were it not for the fact that the barons have no desire to eliminate such a profitable source of income, they would milk us dry overnight. Someone shrugged. That is the way of things.

We are lucky to have wrestled, bribed, and begged as many favors from the lords as we have. Our twenty cities all have charters that protect us from complete desparlation. Mayor twisted excitedly in his chair. As of today, things begin to change. Jerry, that Platon press. Jerry Kennedy left the room momentarily and returned with Martin Gunther and two of the servants. While the assembled merchants looked on in puzzled silence, Mayor's assistants set up the press and a stand holding two fonts of fourteen-point type.

Jerry took up a printer's stick and gave running instructions as he demonstrated. Gunther handed around pieces of the type until all had examined it while his colleague set up several lines. Kennedy transposed the lines to a chase, locked it up, and placed the form to one side, while he demonstrated inking the small press, which was operated by a foot pedal. He mounted the form in the press, took a score of the form. of sheets of paper and rapidly fed them one by one. When they were all printed, he stopped pumping, and Gunther handed the still-wet finished product around to the audience.

Oldermann stared down at the printed lines, scowled in concentration, wet his lips in sudden comprehension. But it was Merchant Russ, who blurted, "'This will revolutionize the inscribing of books. Why, it can well take it up. out of the hands of the temple. With such a machine I could make a hundred books.' Mayor was beaming.

Not a hundred, honorable, but a hundred thousand. A hundred thousand, one said. There are not that many literate persons on the continent. There will be, Mayor crowed. This is but one of our levers to pry power from the barons, and here is another. He turned to Russ. Honorable Russ, your city is noted for the fine quality of its steel of the swords and armor you produce.

Russ nodded. He was a small man, fantastically rich in his attire. That is true, Honorable Mayor, Mayor said, tossing a small booklet to the other. I have here the plans for a new method of making steel from pig-iron, the Bessemer method, we'll call it. The principle involved is the oxidation of the impurities in the iron by blowing air through the molten metal. Amshel Mayer turn to still another. And your town is particularly noted for its fine textiles. He looked to his assistance.

Jerry, you and Gunther bring in those models of the power loom and the spinning jenny? When they were gone, he said, My intention is to assist you to speed up production. With this in mind you'll appreciate. the automatic flying shuttle that will now demonstrate. Kennedy and Gunther re-entered, accompanied by four servants and a mass of equipment. Kennedy muttered to Amschel Mayer, I feel like the instructor of handicrafts class.

Half an hour later Kennedy and Gunther wound up, passing out pamphlets to the odd merchant guests. Kennedy said, This booklet will give details on construction of the equipment and its operation. Mayor pursed his lips. Your people will be able to assimilate only so fast so we won't push them. Later you'll be interested in introducing the mule spinning frame, among other items. He motioned to the servants to remove the printing press and textile machinery.

We now come to probably the most important of the devices I have to introduce to you today. Because of size and weight, I've had constructed only a model. model. Jerry? Jerry Kennedy brought to the heavy table a small steam-engine, clever in its simplicity. He had half a dozen attachments for it. Within moments he had the others around him as enthusiastic as a group of youngsters with a new toy. "'By the Supreme,' Baron Leonor blurted,

do you realize this device could be used instead of water-power to operate a mill to power where the loom demonstrated an hour ago?" Honorable Russ was rubbing the side of his face thoughtfully. It might even be adapted to propel a coach. A coach without horses! Unbelievable!" Mayor chuckled in excitement and clapped his hands. A servant entered with a toy wagon which had been slightly altered.

Martin Gunther lifted the small engine, placed it in position atop the wagon, connected It quickly and threw a lever. The wagon moves smoothly forward, the first engine propelled vehicle of Genoa's Industrial Revolution. Martin Gunther smiled widely at Russ. You mean like this, honorable? Half an hour later they were reseated, before each of them was a small pile of pamphlets, instructions, plans, blueprints.

Mayor said, I have just one more device to bring to your own. attention at this time. I wish it were unnecessary, but I am afraid otherwise. He held up, for their inspection, a forty-five-calibre bullet. Jerry Kennedy handed around samples to the merchants. They fingered them in puzzlement. Honorables, Mayor said. The barons have the use of gunpowder.

Muskets and muzzle-loading cannon are available to them, both for their wars against to each other and their occasional attacks upon our supposedly independent cities. However, this is an advancement on their weapons. This unit includes not only the bullets lead, but the powder and the cap which will explode it. They lacked understanding and showed it. Mayor said, Jerry, if you'll demonstrate? Jerry Kennedy said, The bullet can be adapted to various weapons.

However, this is one of the simple. He pressed one after another a full twenty rounds into the gun's clip. Now, if you'll note the silhouette of a man I've drawn on the wooden frame at the end of the room. He pressed the trigger, sent a single shot into the figure. Olderman nodded. An improvement in firearms, but— Kennedy said, however, if you are confronted with more than one of the bad guys—he grinned

and flicked the gun to full automatic guns. and in a garudameroon of sound in the confines of the room, emptied the clipped into his target, sending splinters and ships flying and all but demolishing the wooden backdrop. His audience sat in stunned horror at the demonstration. Mayor said now, The weapon is simple to construct. Any competent gunsmith can do it. It is manifest, honorable, that with your people so equipped, your cities will

will be safe from attack, and so will trading caravans and ships." Russ said shakily, Your intention is good, Honorable Mayor. However, it will be but a matter of time before the barons have solved the secrets of your weapon. Such cannot be held indefinitely. Then we would again be at their mercy. Believe me, Honorable, Mayor said dryly. By that time I will have new weapons to introduce, if necessary.

weapons that make this one a very toy in comparison alderman resumed his office as spokesman this demonstration has astounded us honorable mayor but although we admire your abilities it need hardly be pointed out that it seems unlikely at all this could be the product of one brain They are not mine, Mayor admitted. They are the products of many mines. But where? The earthman shook his head. I don't believe I will tell you now. I see. The Genoese eyed him emotionlessly.

Then the question becomes, why? Mayor said, It may be difficult for you to see, but the introduction of each of these will be a nail in feudalism's coffin. Each will increase either production or trade, and such increase will lead to the overthrow of feudal society. Baron Leonor, who had remained largely silent throughout the afternoon,

now spoke up. As you said earlier, although I am a lord myself, my interests are your own. I am a merchant first. However, I am not sure I want the chance. changes these devices will bring. Frankly, honorable mayor, I am satisfied with my world as I find it today. Amshel Mayor smiled wily at him. I am afraid you must adapt to these new developments. The Baron said coldly. Why? I do not like to be told I must do something. Because, my dear Baron,

there are three continents on the planet of Genoa. At present, there is little trade due to inadequate shipping. But the steam engine I introduced today will soon propel larger craft than you have ever built before. Russ said, What has this to do with our being forced to use these devices? Because I have colleagues on the other continents busily introducing them. If you don't adapt, in-time competitor, will invade your markets, capture your trade, drive you out of business."

Mayor wrapped it up. Honorable's modernize or go under. It's each man for himself and the devil take the hindmost, if you'll allow a saying from another era. They remain silent for a long period. Finally, Oldermen stated bluntly, The barons are not going to like this. Jerry Kennedy grinned.

Obviously, that's why we've introduced you to the Tommy Gun. It's not going to make any difference if they like it or not." Russ said musingly, Pressure will be put to prevent the introduction of this equipment. We'll meet it, Mayor said, shifting happily in his seat. Russ added, The temple is ever on the side of the barons. The monks will fight against innovations that threaten to disturb the present way.

Mayor said, Monks usually do. How much property is in the hand of the temple? Russ admitted sourly. The monks are the greatest landlords of all. I would say at least one-third of the land and the source belong to the temple. Ah, Mayor said, we must investigate the possibilities of a reformation. But that can come later.

Now I wish to expand on my reason for gathering. you. Honourables, Genoa is to change rapidly. To survive, you will have to move fast. I have not introduced these revolutionary changes without self-interest. Each of you were free to use them to his profit, however, I expect a 30% interest. There was a universal gasp. Olderman said, "'Honorable, Mayor, you have already demonstrated your devices. What is there to prevent us from playing you false?' Mayor laughed. "'My dear Olderman, I have other inventions to reveal as rapidly as you develop the technicians

of the workers capable of building and operating them. "'If you cheat me now, you will be passed by next time.' Russ muttered, "'Thirty percent. Your wealth will be unbelievable.' As fast as it accumulates honorable's, it shall be invested. For instance, I have great interest in expanding our inadequate universities. The advances I expect will only be possible if we educate the people.

Field serfs are not capable of running even that simple steam engine Jerry demonstrated. Baron Leonor said, What you contemplate is mind-shaking. Do I understand that you wish a confederation of all our cities, a joining together to combat the strength of the present Lawrence? Mayor was shaking his head. No, no. As the barons lose power, each of your cities will strengthen and possibly expand to become nations. Perhaps some will unite.

But largely you will compete against each other and against the nations of the other continents. In such competition you'll have to show your medal or go under. Man develops at his fastest when pushed by such circumstance. The earthling looked off, unseeing, into a far corner of the room. At least so is my contention. Far away from here, a colleague is trying to prove me wrong. We shall see. End of Part four.

Part 5 of Adaptation by Mac Reynolds. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Part 5 Leonid Plekanov returned to the pedagogue with a certain ceremony. He was accompanied by Joe Chessman, Nat Roberts, and Barry Watson of his original group. But four young, hard-eyed, hard-faced, and armed Tulans were also in the party. their space-lighter swooped in nestled to the pedagogues hull in the original bed it had occupied on the trip from terra city and her port opened to the corridors of the mother ship plekinov flanked by chessmen and watson strode heavily toward the ship's lounge nat roberts and two of the tulons remained with the small boat two of the other natives followed their eyes darting here there in amazement in spite of their efforts to appear grim

and untouched by it all. Amshell Mayor was already seated at the officer's dining-table. His face displayed his irritation at the other's method of presenting himself. Good heavens, Pekinoff! What is this an invasion? The other registered surprise. Mayor indicated the Texcockens. Do you think it necessary to bring armed men aboard the pedagogue?

Frankly, I have not even revealed to a service. single Genoese the existence of this ship. Jerry Kennedy was seated to one side, the only member of Mayors' team who had accompanied him for this meeting. Kennedy winked at Watson and Chessman. Watson grinned back, but held his peace. Plackanov sank into a chair, rumbling. We hold no secrets from the Texcalkins. The sooner they advanced to where they can use our libraries and laboratories the better. And the fact these boys are armed as no significance. My Toulins are currently embarked on a campaign to unite the planet. Arms are sometimes necessary, and Tula, my capital, is somewhat of an armed camp.

All able-bodied men, Mayor broke in heatedly. And is this the method you use to bring civilization to Texcoco? Is this what you consider the purpose of the Office of Galactic Colonization and Armed Camp? How many persons have you slaughtered thus far? Easy, Joe Chessman growled. Amshel Mayor spun on him. I need no instruction from you, Chessman. Please remember, I'm senior in charge of this expedition and as such rank you.

Plekanov thought it a heavy hand on the table. I'll call my assistance to order Mayor if I feel it necessary. Admittedly, when this expedition left Terra City, you were the ranking officer. now however we've divided at your suggestion please remember now there are two independent groups and you no longer have jurisdiction over mine indeed mayor barked and suppose i decide to withhold the use of the pedagogues libraries and laboratories to you i tell you pluckinoff leonid pluckinoff interrupted him coldly I would not suggest you attempt any such step, Mayor." Mayor glared, but suddenly reversed himself. Let's settle down and become more sensible.

This is the first conference of the five we have scheduled. Ten years have elapsed. Actually, of course, we've had some idea of each other's progress, since team members occasionally meet on trips back here to the pedagogue to consult the library. I'm afraid, my dear Leonid, that your theories on industrialization are rapidly being proven inaccurate. Nonsense! Mayor said smoothly. In the decade past, my team's efforts have more than tripled the Genoese industrial potential.

Last week, one of our steamships crossed the second ocean. We've located petroleum and the first wells are going down. We've introduced a dozen crops that had all. disappeared through misadventure to the original colonists. And, oh yes, our first railroad is scheduled to begin running between Bari and Ronda next spring. There are six new universities, and in the next decade I expect fifty more. Very good indeed, Pleckinoff crumbled.

Only a beginning! The breadth of competition of unhardest enterprise is sweeping Genoa. Fudalism crumbles. customs, mores, and traditions that have held a progress for a century or more are now on their way out." Joe Chesman growled. Some of the boys tell me you've had a few difficulties with this crumbling feudalism thing. In fact, didn't Buckwold barely escape with his life when the barons on your western

continent united to suppress all chartered cities? Mayer's thin face darkened. Never fear, my dear Joseph. Those barons responsible for shutting the blood of Western Hemisphere elements of progress will shortly pay for their crimes. You've got military problems, too, then. Barry Watson asked. Mayor's eyes went to him in irritation. Some of the free cities of Genoa are planning measures to regain their property and rights on the Western Hemisphere. This has nothing to do with my team, except, of course, insofar as they might sell them supplies,

or equipment." The lanky Watson laughed lowly. "'You mean like selling them a few quick-firing breech-loaders and trench mortars?' Fleckonov muttered. That'll be enough, Barry. But Mayor's eyes had widened. How did you know?" He whirled on Pleckonov.

You're spying on my efforts, trying to negate my work." Pleckonov rumbled. "'Don't be a fool, Mayor. Our team has neither the time nor interest to spy on you. Then how did you know? Barry Watson said mildly. I was doing some investigation in the ship's library. I ran into evidence that you people had already used the blueprints for briefs loaders and mortars.

Jerry Kennedy came to his feet and rambled over to the mess room's bar. This seems to be all out spat rather than a conference to compare progress, he said. Anybody for a drink? Frankly, that's the next thing I'm going to introduce to Genoa. Some halfway decent liquor. Do you know what those benighted heathens drink now? Watson grinned. Make mine whiskey, Jerry.

You've no complaints. Our benighted heathens have a national beverage fermented from a plant similar to cactus. Or to be drummed out of the human race. He spoke idly, forgetful, of a few people. the Toulin guards stationed at the doorway. Kennedy passed drinks around for everyone, save Mayor, who shook his head in distaste. If only for a brief spell, some of the tenseness left the air, while the men from Earth sipped their beverages. Jerry Kennedy said, Well, you've heard our report. How go things on Texcoco? According to Plan, Plycanov rumbled.

Mayor snorted. Pluckinoff said ungraciously. Our prime effort is now the uniting of the total population into one strong whole, a super-state capable of accomplishing the goal set us by the coordinator. Mayor sneered. Undoubtedly, this goal of yours, this super-state, is being established by force. Not always, Joe Chesman said. Quite a few of the tribes jarred up on their own.

why not? The state has a lot to offer. Such as what, Kennedy said mildly. Chessman looked at him in irritation. Such as advanced medicine, security from famine, military protection from more powerful nations, the opportunity for youth to get an education and find advancement in the state's government if they've got it on the ball. And what happens if they don't have it on the ball? Chessman growled.

What happens to such under any society? They get the dirty end of the stick jobs. His eyes went from Kennedy to mayor. Are you suggesting you offer anything better? Mayor said, Already on most of Genoa, it is a matter of free competition. The person with ability is able to profit from it. Joe Chesman grunted sour amusement.

Of course it doesn't help to be the son of a wealthy merchant or a big, politician." Pekinov took over. In any society the natural leaders come to the top in much the same manner as the big ones come to the top in a bin of potatoes. They just worked their way up." Jerry Kennedy finished his drink and said evenly, At least those of the top can claim they're the biggest potatoes.

Remember back in the twentieth century, when Hitler and his gang announced they were the big potatoes in Germany and men of ironies. Einstein's stature fled the country, being small potatoes, I suppose. Amshell Mayor said, We're getting away from the point. Pray go on, my dear Leonid. You say you are forcibly uniting all Texcoco. We are uniting all Texcoco, Plecinoff connected with a scowl.

Not always by force. And that is by no means our only effort. We are ferreting out the most intelligent of the assimilated peoples, and educating them as rapidly as possible. We've introduced iron, and used it chiefly for weapons, Kennedy murmured. Antibiotics and other medicines, a field agriculture, are rapidly building roads, military roads, Kennedy mused, to all sections of the state have made a beginning in naval science and, of course, haven't ignored the arts.

On the face of it, Mayor nodded, hardly approaching Genoa. Pleckinoff rumbled indictantly. We started two ethnic periods behind you. Even the Toulans were still using bronze, but the Genoese had iron and even gunpowder. Our advance is a bit slow to get moving, Mayor, but when it begins to roll. Mayor gave his characteristic snort. A free people need never worry about being passed by a subjected one. Barry Watson made himself another drink, and while doing so looked over his shoulder at Omshel Mayor.

It's interesting, the way you throw about that term free. Just what type of government do you sponsor? Mayor snapped. Our team does not interfere in governmental forms, Watson. The various nations are free to adapt to whatever local conditions obtain. They range from some under three. feudalistic domination to countries with varying degrees of Republican democracy. Our base of operations in the Southern Hemisphere is probably the most advanced of all the

chartered cities, Barry. It amounts to a city-state somewhat similar to Florence during the Renaissance. And your team finds itself in the position of the Medici, I suppose? You might use that analogy. The Medici might have been, well, tyrants of Florence. dominating her finances and trade, as well as her political government, but they were benevolent tyrants. Yeah, Watson grinned. The thing about a benevolent tyranny, though, is that it's up to the tyrants to decide what's benevolent.

I'm not sure there's a great basic difference between your governing of Genoa and ours of Texcoco. Don't be an ass, Mayor snapped. We are granting the Genoese political freedoms as fast as they can assimilate them." Joe Chesman growled. But I imagine it's surprising to find just how slowly they can assimilate. A moment ago you said they were free to form any government they wished. Now you say you feed them what you call freedom only as fast as they can assimilate it. Obviously we encourage them along whatever path we think will most quickly develop their

economies, Mayor argued. That's what we've been sent here to do. We stimulate competition, encourage all progress, political, as well as economic. Plackenov lumbered to his feet. Amshell, obviously nothing new has been added to our respective positions by this conference. I propose we adjourn to meet again at the end of the second decade. Mayor said, I suppose it would be futile to suggest you give up this impossible totalitarian scheme of yours and reunite the expedition? Plekinoff merely grunted his disgust. Jerry Kennedy said,

What stand have you taken on giving your planet immortality? Immortality, Watson said. We haven't it to give. You know what I mean. It wouldn't take long to extend the lifespan double or triple the present. Amchelle Mayer said, At this stage progress is faster with the generation's closer together. A man is pressed when he knows he has only twenty or thirty years of peak efficiency.

We on earth are inclined to settle back and take life as it comes. You younger men are all past the century mark, but none have bothered to get married as yet. Plenty of time for that, Watson grinned. That's what I mean. But a Texhokin or Genoese feels pressed to wed in his twenties or earlier, to get his family under way. There's another element, Plekanov muttered. The more the natives progress, the more nearly they'll equal our abilities. I wouldn't want anything to happen to our overall plans.

As it is now, their abilities taper off at sixty, and they reach senility at 70 or 80. I think until the end we should keep it that way. A cold-blooded view, Kennedy said. if we extended their life expectancy, their best men would live to be of additional use to planet development. But they would not have our dream, Pekinoff rumbled. Such men might try to subvert us, and just possibly might succeed.

I think Leonid is right, Mayor admitted, with reluctance. Later, in the space-lighter heading back for Genoa, Mayor said speculatively, did you notice anything about Leonid Pleckinoff? Kennedy was piloting. He seems the same irascible old curmudgeon he has always been. It seems to me he's become a touch power mad. Could the pressures he's under cause his mind to slip? Obviously, all isn't peaches and cream in that attempt of his

to achieve world government on Texcoco. Well, Kennedy muttered, all isn't peaches and cream with us either. The barons are far from licked, especially in the West. He changed the subject. By the way, that banking deal went through in Pola. I was able to get control. Fine, Mayor chuckled. You must be quite the richest man in the city.

There is a certain stimulation in this financial game. Jerry isn't there. Uh-huh, Jerry told him. Of course, it doesn't hurt to have a marked deck. Marked deck? The other frowned. It's handy that gold is the medium of exchange in Genoa, Jerry Kennedy said, especially in view of the fact that we have a machine on the ship capable of transmuting metals.

End of Part 5. Part 6 of Adaptation by Mac Riddles. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Part 6 Leonid Plekinoff, Joseph Chessman, Barry Watson, Khan, Reef, and several of the Toulon Army staff stood on a small knoll overlooking a valley of several square miles. A valley dominated on all sides but the sea by mountain ranges.

Reef and the three earthlings were bent over a military map depicting the area. Barry Watson traced with his finger. There are only two major passes into this valley. We have this one. They dominate that. Plekanoff was scowling out of his element and knowing it. How many men has Miner been able to get together? Watson avoided looking into the older man's face.

Approximately half a million, according to Hawking's estimate. He flew over them this morning. Half a million? Including the nomads, of course, Joe Chesman said. The nomads fight more like a mob than an army. Pleckonoff was shaking his own. massive head. Most of them will melt away if we continue to avoid battle. They can't feed that many men on the countryside. The nomads in particular will return home if they don't get a fight soon.

Watson hid his impatience. That's the point, sir. If we don't break their power now in a decisive defeat, we'll have them to fight again later. And already they've got iron swords, the crossbow, and even a few muskets. Given time they'll all be so armed. Then the fatt'll be in the fire. He's right, Joe Chessman said sourly. Reif nodded his head. We must finish them now if we can.

The task will be twice as great next year. Plekinoff grumbled in irritation. Half a million of them in something like forty thousand of our Toulons. Reif corrected him. some thirty thousand tulons, all infantrymen, he added, and eight thousand allied cavalry, only some of whom can be trusted. Reef's ten-year-old son came up next to him and peered down at the map. What's that child doing here? Plekanov snapped. Reif looked into the other's face. This is Taller's second, my son. You from First Earth have never bothered to study our customs.

One of them is that a Khan's son participates in all battles his father does. It is his training. Watson was pointing out features on the map again. It will take three days for their full army to get in here, he added with emphasis. In retreat, it would take them the same time to get out. Pluckinoff scowled heavily. We can't risk it. If we were defeated, we have no reserve army.

We'd have lost everything. He looked at Joe Chessman and Watson significantly. We'd have to flee back to the pedagogue. Reeve's face was expressionless. Barry Watson looked at him. We won't desert you, Reef. Forget about that aspect of it. Reef said,

I believe you, Barry Watson, you are a soldier. Dick Hawking's small biplane zoomed in, landed expertly at the knoll's foot. The occupant vaulted out and approached them at a half-run. Hawkinges called as soon as he was within, shouting distance. They're moving in. Their advanced cavalry units are already in the pass. When he was with them, Pleckinoff rubbed his hand nervously over heavy lips. He rumbled, the cavalry, eh?

Listen, Hawkins. Get back there and dust them. Use the gas. The pilot said slowly. I have four bullet holes in my wings. Bullet holes, Joe Chesman snapped. Hawking's turned to him. By the looks of things, McBride's whole unit has gone over to the rebels,

complete with their double-barreled muskets, a full thousand of them. Watson looked frigidly at Leonid Pliquinoff. You insisted on issuing guns to men we weren't sure of. Plykenov grumbled. Confounded, don't use that tone of voice with me. We have to arm our men, don't we? Watson said, yes, but our still comparatively few advanced weapons shouldn't go into the hands of anybody but trusted citizens of the state,

certainly not to a bunch of mercenaries. The only ones we can really trust even among the Toulons are those that were kids when we first took over. The ones we've had time to have. indoctrinate. The mistakes made. It's too late now. Pluckinoff said. Hawkins, go back and dust those cavalrymen as they come through the pass. Reeve said. It was a mistake, too, to allow them the secret of the crossbow. Pluckanoff roared. I didn't allow them anything. Once the crossbow was introduced, it was just a matter of time before its method of construction got to the enemy. Then it

shouldn't have been introduced, Reef said, his eyes unflinching from the earthmen's. Plekinoff ignored him. He said, Hawkins, get going on that dusting. Watson, pull what units we already have in this valley back through the paths we control. We'll avoid battle until more of their army has fallen away. Hawking said, with deceptive mildness, I just told you those cavalrymen have muskets. To fly low enough to use gas on. them I get with an easy range. Point one, this is the only aircraft we've built. Point two, McBride is probably dead, killed when those cavalrymen mutinied.

Point three, I came on this expedition to help modernize the Texcocans, not to die in battle." Luganov snarled at him. "'Coward, eh?' He turned churlishly to Watson and Reef. pulling back our units." Barry Watson looked at Chesman. Joe?

Joe Chesman shook his head slowly. He said to Rief. Khan, start bringing your infantry through the pass. Barry, we'll follow your plan of battle. We'll anchor one flank on the sea and concentrate what cavalry we can trust on the hills on the right. That's the bad spot. That right flank has to hold.

Puckinoff's thick lips tremble. He said in fury, "'Is this insubordination?' Reif turned on his heel, and, followed by Youngtaller and his staff, hurried down the knoll to where their horses were tethered. Chessman said to Hawkins, "'If you've got the fuel, Dick, maybe it'd be a good idea to keep them under observation. Fly high enough, of course, to avoid gunfire.'

Hawkins darted a look at Plykanov, turned, and hurried back to his plane. Joe Chessman, his voice sullen, said to Pluckinoff. We can't afford any more mistakes, Leonid. We've had too many already. He said to Watson, Be sure and let their cavalry units scout us out. Allow them to see that we're entering the Valley, too. They'll think they've got us trapped.

They will have, Pleckonoff roared. I countermand that order, Watson. We're withdrawing. Barry Watson raised his eyebrows at Joe Chessman. Put him under arrest, Joe growled sourly. We'll decide what to do about it later. By the third day, Miner's rebel and Nomad Army had filed through the pass and was forming itself into battle array. Rank upon rank upon rank.

The Toulin infantry had taken less than half a day to enter. They had camped and rested during the interval, the only. action being on the part of the rival cavalry forces. Now the thirty thousand Toulins went into their phalanx and began their march across the valley. Joe Chesman, Hawkins, Roberts, Stevens, and Conrief, and several of his men, again occupied the knoll, which commanded a full view of the terrain. With binoculars and wrist radios from the pedagogue, they kept in contact with the Battle. Below, Barry Watson walked behind the advancing infantry. There was six divisions of 5,000 men each, 24-foot serises stretched before their 16-man-deep line. Only the first few

lines were able to extend their weapons. The rest gave weight and supplied replacements for the advancing line's casualties. Behind them, all the two-line drums beat out the slow, inexorable March. Cogswell, beside Watson with the wrist radio, said excitedly, Here comes a cavalry charge, Barry. Reef says right behind it the nomad infantry is coming in. Cogswell cleared his throat. All of them.

Watson held up a hand and signaled to his officers. The phalanx ground to a halt, received the charge on the hedge of Surreases. The enemy cavalry wheeled and attempted to retreat to the the flanks, but were caught in a bloody confusion by the pressure of their own advancing infantry. Cogswell, his ear to the radio, said, "'Their main body of horse is hitting our right flank.' He wet his lips. We're outnumbered there something like ten to one, at least ten to one.

"'They've got to hold,' Watson said. Tell Reef and Chessman that flank has to hold.' The enemy infantrymen and their hundreds of of thousands hit the tool online in a clash of deafening military thunder. Barry Watson resumed his pacing. He signaled to the drummers who beat out another march. The phalanx moved forward slowly and slowly went into an echelon formation, each division slightly ahead of the one following.

Of necessity, the straight lines of the nomad and rebel front had to break. The drums went, boom! Boom ah, boom, a, boom, boom. The Tula and phalanx moved slowly, obliquely across the valley. The hedge of spears ruthlessly pressed the mass of enemy infantry before them. The sergeants paced behind, shouting over the den, "'Dress it up, you there, you've been hit, fall out to the rear.' "'I'm all right,' the wounded spearmen, snarled, battle.

lust in his voice. Fall out, I said, the sergeant roared. You there, take his place. The Toulan phalanx ground ahead. One of the sergeants grinned wanly at Barry Watson, as his men moved forward with the preciseness of the famed rockets of another era. It's working, he said proudly. Barry Watson snorted.

Don't give me credit. It belongs to a man named Philip of Macedon. a long ways away in both space and time. Cogswell called. Our right flank cavalry is falling back. Joe wants to know if you can send any support. Watson's face went expressionless. No, he said flatly.

It's got to hold. Tell Joe and the Khan it's got to hold. Suggests they throw in those cavalry units they're not sure of, the ones that threatened mutiny last week. Joe Chesman stood on the knoll, flanked by the Khan's ranking officers, and the balance of the earthman. Nat Roberts was on the radio. He turned to the others and worriedly repeated the message.

Joe Chesman looked out over the valley. The 30,000 man phalanx was pressing back the enemy infantry with the precision of a machine. He looked up the hillside at the point where the enemy cavalry was turning the right flank. given cavalry behind the two-land line, and the battle was lost. Okay, boys, Chessman growled sourly. We're in the clutch now. Hawkins? Yeah, the pilot said. See what you can do. Use what bombs you have, including the napalm. Fly as low as you can in the way of scaring their horses. He added sourly, avoiding scaring hours if you can. You're the boss, Hawking said, and scurried.

off toward his scout plane. Joe Chesman growled to the others. When I was taking my degree in primitive society and primitive military tactics, I didn't exactly have this in mind. Come on. It was the right thing to say. The other earthmen laughed and took up their equipment. Submachine guns, riot guns, a flamethrower, grenades, and followed him up the hill toward

the frame. Chessman said over his shoulder to Rief. Khan, you're in the saddle. You can keep in touch with both Watson and us on the radio. Reef hesitated only a moment. There is no need for further direction of the battle from this point. A warrior is of more value now than a con. Come, my son.

He caught up a double-barreled musket and followed the Earthman. The ten years old, taller, scurried out. with a revolver. Nat Roberts said, If we can hold their cavalry for only another half hour, Watson's phalanx will have their military pressed up against the past they entered by. It took them three days to get through it, and they're not going to be able to get out in hours. That's the idea, Joe Chesman says dowerly.

Let's go. End of Part 6. Part 7 of Adaptation by Mack Reynolds. This Libre Vox recording is in the public. Domain. Part 7. Amshell Mayor was incensed. Watts got into Buckwold and MacDonald, he spat. Jerry Kennedy, attired as was his superior in fur-trimmed Genoese robes, signaled one of the servants for a refilling of his glass, and shrugged. "'I suppose it's partly our own fault,' he said lightly.

He sipped the wine, made a mental note to buy up the rest of this venting. for his cellars before young Matterheim or someone else did so. Our fault, Mayor glared. The old boy was getting decreasingly tolerant as the years went by, Kennedy decided. He said soothingly. You sent Peter and Fred over there to speed up local development. Well, that's what they're doing. Are you insane?

Mayor squirmed in his chair. Did you read this radiogram? They've squeezed out all my holdings in rubber, the fastest-growing industry on the western continent. Why, millions are involved. Who do they think they are? Kennedy put down his glass and chuckled. See here, Amschel, we're developing this planet by encouraging free competition. Our contention is that, under such a socio-economic system, the best men are brought to the lead

and benefit all society by the advances they make. So, what has this got to do with McDonald and Buckwell betraying my interests? Don't you see? Using your own theory, you have been set back by someone more efficiently competitive. Fred and Pete saw an opening and, in keeping with your instructions, moved in. It's just coincidence that the rubber they took over was your property rather than some Genoese operators. If you were open to a loss there, then if they hadn't taken over, someone else could have.

Possibly Baron Leonor or even Russ. That reminds me, Mayor snapped. Our Honorable Russ is getting too big for his breeches in petroleum. Did you know he's established a laboratory in Amoros? Has a hundred or more chemists working on new products? Fine, Kennedy said. Fine. What do you mean? Dean is our man in petroleum. Look here. If Russ can develop the industry even faster than Mike Dean, let him go ahead.

That's all to our advantage. Mayor leaned forward and tapped his assistant emphatically on the knee. Look here yourself, Jerry Kennedy. At this stage, we don't want things getting out of our hands. A culture is in the hands of those who control the wealth, the means of production, distribution, communication. Theirs is the real power. I've made a point of spacing our men about the whole planet. Each specializes, though not exclusively. Gunther is our mining man, Neenhead's petroleum, McDonald's shipping, buckwalled textiles,

Reikov, steel, and so forth. As fast as this planet can assimilate, we push new inventions, new techniques, often hold new sciences into use. Meanwhile, you and I sit back and dominate it all through that strongest of power mediums, finance. Jerry Kennedy nodded. I wouldn't worry about old man Russ taking over Dean's domination of oil, though. Mike's got the support of all the pedagogues resources behind him.

Besides, we've got to let these Genoese get into the act. The more the economy expands, the more capable men we need. As it is, I think we're already spread a little too thin. Umshell Mayor had dropped the subject. He was reading the radiogram again and scowling his anger. Well, this cooks McDonald and Buckwold. I'll break them. His assistant raised his eyebrows.

How do you mean? I'm not going to put up with my... subordinates going against my interests. In this case, what can you do about it? Business is business. You hold quite a bit of their paper, don't you? You know that. Most of our team's finances funnel through my hands.

Well, close them out. They've become too obsessed with their wealth. They've forgotten why the pedagogue was sent here. I'll break them, Jerry. They'll come crawling. Perhaps I'll send them back to the pedagogue. Make them stay aboard as crew." Kennedy shrugged.

Well, Peter McDonald's going to hate that. He's developed into quite a high liver. Gourmet food, women, one of the swankiest estates on the eastern continent. Ha, mayor snorted, let him go back to ship's rations and crew quarters. A servant entered the lushly furnished room and announced. Honorable Gunther calling on the Honorables, Mayor and Kennedy? Martin Gunther hurried into the room, for once his calm ruffled. On the western continent, he murmured, Dean and Rossetti, the temple got them, they've been burned as witches.

Amshel Mayor shot to his feet. That's the end, he swore shrilly. Only in the west have the barons held out. I thought we slowly wear them down, take it. over their powers bit by bit. But this does it. This means we fight." He spun to Kennedy. Jerry, make a trip out to the pedagogue. You know the extent of Genoa's industrial progress. Seek out the most advanced weapons this technology could produce. Kennedy came to his own feet, shocked by Gunther's news. But Amchelle, do you think it's wise to precipitate an intercontinental war?

Remember, we've been helping to industrialize the West, too. It's almost as advanced as our own continent. Their war potential isn't negligible. Nevertheless, Mayor snapped. We've got to break the backs of the barons and the temple monks. Get messages off to Baron Leonor and Young Matterheim, to Russ and Olderman. We'll want them to put pressure on their local politicians. What we need is a continental alarm.

Alliance for this war. Gunther said, Should I get in touch with Reikov? He's still over there. Mayor hesitated. No, he said. We'll keep Nick informed, but he ought to remain where he is. We'll still want our men in the basic positions of power after we've won.

He might get hurt, Gunther scowled. They might get him too, and we've only got six team members left now. Nonsense. Nick Reikov can take care of himself. Jerry Kennedy was upset. Are you sure about this war, chief? Isn't a conflict of this size apt to hold up our overall plans? Of course not, Mayor scoffed.

Man makes his greatest progress under pressure. A major war will unite the nations of both the Western continent and this one as nothing else could. Both will push their development to the utmost. He added thoughtfully, which reminds me, It might be a good idea for us to begin accumulating interest in such industries as will be affected by a war economy. Jerry Kennedy chuckled at him. Merchant of death. What?

Nothing, Kennedy said. Something I read about in a history book. End of Part 7. Part 8 of Adaptation by Mac Reynolds. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Part 8 At the decade's end, once again, the representatives of the Genoese team were first in the pedagogues lounge.

Mayor sat at the officer's table. Martin Gunther at his right, Jerry Kennedy leaned against the ship's bar, sipping appreciatively at a highball. They could hear the impact of the spaceboat from Texcoco when it slid into its bed. Poor piloting, Gunther mused. Whoever's doing that flying doesn't get enough practice. They could hear ports opening and then the sound of approaching feet. The footsteps had a strangely military ring.

Joe Chesman entered, followed immediately by Barry Watson, Dick Hawkins, and Nat Roberts. They were all dressed in heavy uniform, complete with decorations. Behind them were four Texcokans, including Reif and his teenage son, taller. Mayor scowled at them in way of greeting. Where's Plekinoff? Leonid Pleckinoff is no longer with us, Chessman said dowerly. Under pressure, his mind evidently snapped, and he made decisions that would have meant the collapse of the expedition.

He resisted when we reasoned with him. The four members of the Genoese team stared without speaking. Jerry Kennedy put down his glass at last. You mean you had to restrict him? Why didn't you bring him back to the ship? Chessman took a chair with the table. The others assumed standing positions behind him. I'm afraid we'll have to reject your views on the subject.

Twenty years ago, this expedition split into two groups. My team will accomplish its tasks. Your opinions are not needed. I'm Shell Mayor glared at the others in hostility. You have certainly come in force this time. Chessman said flatly, This is all of us, Mayor. All of you?

Where are Stevens, Cogswell, McBride? Barry Watson said. Pleckonov's fault. Lost in the battle that broke the back of the rebels. At least Togswell and McBride were. Stevens made the mistake of backing Pleckonoff when the showdown came. Joe Chessman looked sourly at his showrely. his military chief.

I'll act as team spokesman, Barry. Yes, sir, Watson said. Broke the back of the rebels, Jerry Kennedy mused. That opens up all sorts of avenues, doesn't it? Chessman growled. I suppose that in the past twenty years your team had no obstacles, not a drop of bloodshed? Come on, the truth.

How many of your team has been lost? Mayor shifted in his chair. Possibly your point is well taken. Dean and Rosetti were burned by the formerly dominant religious group. Roykoff was killed in a frocus with bandits while he was transporting some gold. He added musingly, We lost more than half a million Genoese pounds in that robbery. Only three men lost, eh?

Mayor stirred uncomfortably, then flushed in irritation at the other's tone. something has happened to buckwold and mcdonald they must be insane they've broken off contact with me or amassing personal fortunes in the eastern hemisphere hawkings laughed abruptly free competition he said chestman growled let's halt this bickering and get to business first let me introduce reef texcoccan state army chief of staff and his son tuller and these other texcoccan state army chief of staff and his son tuller and these other texicon's Hawkins are Wiss and Fokin, both of whom have gone far in the sciences. The Toulons shook hands, Earth-style, but then stepped to the rear again where they follow the conversation without comment. Mayor said, You think it wise to introduce natives to the pedagogue? Of course, Chesman said. Following this conference, I'm going to take Fokin and Wiss

into the library. What are we here for and if not to bring these people up to our level as rapidly as possible. Very well, Mayor conceded grudgingly. And now I have a complaint. When the pedagogue first arrived, we had only so many weapons aboard. You have appropriated more than half in the past two decades. Chessman shrugged it off. We'll return the greater part of the ship's arsenal.

At this stage we are producing our own. I'll bet, Kennedy said. Look, any of you fellows want a reel or something? When we were crewing this expedition, why didn't we bring someone with the knowledge of distilling, brewing, and such? Mayor snapped at him. Jerry, you drink too much. The hell I do, the other said cheerfully.

Not near enough. Barry Watson said easily. A drink wouldn't hurt. Why are we so stiff? This is the first get-together for ten years. Jerry, you're putting on weight. Kennedy looked down at his admirably rounded stomach. "'Don't get enough exercise,' he said.

Then reverse the attack. You look older. Are you taking your rejuvenation treatments?' Barry Watson grimaced. "'Sure, but I'm working under pressure. It's been one long campaign.' Kennedy passed around the drinks. Dick Hawking's laughed.

"'It's been one long campaign all right. Barry has a house as big as a castle and six or eight women in his harem. Watson flushed, but obviously without displeasure. Martin Gunther of the Genoese team cocked his head. Haram? Joe Chesman said impatiently. A man adapts to circumstances, Gunther. The wars have lost us a lot of men.

Women are consequently in a surplus. If the population curve is to continue upward, it's necessary, that a man served more than one woman. Polygamy is the obvious answer. Gunther cleared his throat smoothly. So a man in Barry's position will have as many as eight wives, eh? You must have lost a good many men. Watson grinned modestly.

Everybody doesn't have that many. It's according to your ability to support them. And also, Rank has its privileges. Besides, we figure it's a good idea to spread the best seed around. By mixing our blood with the Tex-Coccan, we improve the breed. Behind him, taller, the Toulon boy stirred without notice. Kennedy finished off his highball and began to build another immediately. Here we go again. The big potatoes coming to the top. Watson flushed.

What do you mean by that, Kennedy? Oh, come off it, Barry. Kennedy laughed. Just because you're in a position to push these people around doesn't make you the prize stud on Texcoco. Watson elbowed Dick Hawking's to one side in his attempt to get around the table at the other. Chessman rapped. Watson, that's enough. Knock it off or I'll have you under arrest. The Texcocan team head turned abruptly to Mayor and Kennedy.

Let's stop this nonsense. We've come to compare progress. Let's begin. The three members of the Genoese team glared back in antagonism, but then Gunther said grudgingly, "'He's right. There is no longer amiability between us, so let's forget about it. Perhaps when the fifty years is up, things will be different. Now let's merely be businesslike.' "'Well,' Mayor said, our report is that progress accelerates. Our industrial potential expands at a rate that surprises even us.

In the near future, we'll introduce the internal combustion engine. Our universities still multiply and are turning out technicians, engineers, scientists at an ever-quickening speed. In several nations, illiteracy is practically unknown, and per capita production increases almost everywhere. Mayor paused in satisfaction as though awaiting the others to attempt to top his report. Joe Chessman said sourly. Ah, almost everywhere per capita production increases.

Why almost? Mayor snapped. Obviously, in a system of free competition, all cannot progress at once. Some go under. Whole nations? Temporarily, whole nations can receive setbacks as a result of defeat in war, or perhaps due to lack of natural resources. Some nations progress faster than others.

Chesman said, The whole Texcocan state is one great unit. Everywhere the gross product increases. Within the foreseeable future, the standard of living will be excellent. Jerry Kennedy, an alcoholic lisp in his voice now, said, You mean you've accomplished a planet-wide government? Well, no, not as yet. Chessman's sullen voice had an element of chagrin in it.

However, there are no strong elements left that oppose us. We are now pacifying the more remote areas. Sounds like a rather bloody program, especially if Barry Watson here winds up with eight women, Martin Gunther said. Watson started to say something, but Chessman held up a restraining hand. The Texcocan state is too strong to be resisted, Gunther.

It is mostly a matter of getting around to the more remote peoples. As soon as we bring in a new tribe, we convert it into a commune. Commune, Kennedy blurted. Joe Chesman raised his thick eyebrows at the other. The most efficient socioeconomic unit at this stage of development. Tribal society is perfectly adapted to fit into such a plan. The principal difference between a tribe and a commune is that under the commune, you have the advantage of a state above in a position to give you the benefit of mass industries, schools, medical assistance, in return, of course, for a certain amount of taxes, military levies, and so forth.

Martin Gunther said softly, I recall reading of the commune system as a student, but I failed to remember the supposed advantages. Chessman growled. They're obvious. You have a unit of tens of thousands of persons instead of living in individual houses, each with a man working while the woman cooks and takes care of the home, all live in community homes and take their meals in mess halls.

The children are cared for by trained nurses. During the season, all physically capable adults go out almost to work the fields. When the harvest has been taken in, the farmer does not hold up for the winter, but is occupied in local industrial projects or in road or dam building. The commune's labor is never idle. Kennedy shuddered involuntarily. Chessman looked at him coldly. It means quick progress.

Meanwhile, we go through each commune and from earliest youth locate those members who are suited to higher studies. We bring them into state schools, where they get as much education as they can assimilate, more than as available in commune schools. These are the Tex-Cockins we are training in the sciences. The March to the Ant Hill, Amschel Mayor muttered. Chessman eyed him scornfully.

You amuse me, old man. You with your talk of building an economy with a system of free competition. Our Texcocans are sacrificing today, but their children will live in abundance. Even today, no one stars. No one goes without shelter nor men. medical care. Chessman twisted his mouth wryly. We have found that hungry, cold, or sick people cannot work efficiently. He stared challengingly at the Genoese leader. Can you honestly say that there are no starving people in Genoa? No inadequately housed, no sick without hope of adequate

medicine? Do you have economic setbacks, in which poorly planned production goes amok and depressions follow with mass unemployment? Nevertheless, Mayor said with unwanted calm, Our society is still far ahead of yours. A mere handful of your bureaucracy and military chiefs enjoy the good things of life. There are tens of thousands on Genoa who have them. Free competition has its weaknesses, perhaps,

but it provides a greater good for a greater number of persons. Joe Chessman came to his feet. We'll see, he said stolidly. In ten years, Mayor, we'll consider the position of both planets once again. Ten years it is, Mayor snapped back at him. Jerry Kennedy saluted with his glass. Cheers, he said. On the return to Genoa, I'm Michelle Mayer, said to Kennedy.

Are you sober enough to assimilate something serious? Sure, chief, of course. Hmm, well then. Begin taking the steps necessary for us to place a few men on Texcoco in the way of intelligence agents. You mean some of our team, Kennedy said, startled. No, of course not. We can't spare them. And besides, there'd be too big a chance of recognition and exposure.

Some of our more trusted Genoese. Make the monetary reward enough to attract their services. He looked at his lieutenants significantly. I think you'll agree that it might not be a bad idea to keep our eyes on the developments on Texcoco. On the way back to Texcoco, Barry Watson said to his chief, What do you think of putting some security men on Genoa just to keep tabs? Why? Watson looked at his fingers, nippled at a hangnail.

It just seems to me it wouldn't hurt any. Chessman snorted. Dick Hawkins said. I think Barry's right. They can bear watching. Besides, in another decade or so, they'll realize we're going to beat them. Mayor's ego isn't going to take that. He'd go to just about any extreme to keep him losing face back on Earth.

Nat Roberts said wordly, I think they're right, Joe. Certainly it wouldn't hurt to have a few security men over there. My department could train them and we'd ferry them over in this spaceboat. I'll make the decisions. Chessman growled at them. I'll think about this. It's just possible that you're right, though.

Behind them, Reif looked thoughtfully at his teenage son. End of Port 8. Part 9 of Adaptation by Mac Reynolds. This Libre Vox recording is in the public domain. Part 9 Down the Long Palace Corridor, Strowed Barry Watson, Dick Hawkins, Nat Roberts, the aging reef and his son, Tuller, now in the prime of manhood. Their faces were equally waned from long hours without sleep.

Half a dozen Toulon infantrymen brought up their rear. As they passed security police guards, to left and right, eyes took in their weapons, openly carried. But such eyes shifted, and the guards remained at their posts. Only one sergeant opened his mouth in. protest. Sir, he said to Watson, hesitantly, you are entering number one's presence armed. Shut up, Nat Roberts rapped at him. Reef said, that will be all, Sergeant. The security police sergeant looked emptily after them as they progressed down the corridor.

Together, Watson and Reef motion aside the two two-land soldiers who stood before the door of their destination and pushed inward without knocking. Joe Chessman looked up wearily from his map and dispatched laden desk. For a moment, his hand went to the heavy military revolver at his right, but when he realized the identity of his collars, it fell away. What's up now? He said, his voice on the verge of cracking. Watson acted as spokesperson.

It's everywhere the same. The communes are on the fine edge of revolt. They've been pushed too far. They've got to the point where they just don't give a damn. A spark, and all Texcoco goes up in flames. Reef said coldly, We need immediate reforms. They've got to be pacified.

An immediate announcement of more consumer goods, fewer state taxes, above all a relaxation of security police pressures. Given immediate promise of these, we might maintain ourselves. Joe Chesman's sullen face was twitching at the right corner of his mouth. Young Taller made no attempt to disguise his contempt at the other's weakness in time of stress. Chessman's eyes went around the half-circle of them. This is the only alternative. It'll slow up our heavy industry program.

We might not catch up with Genoa as quickly as planned. Watson gestured with a hand in quick irritation. Look here, Chessman. don't we get through to you? Whether or not we build up steel capacity as large as Amshell mayors isn't important now. Everything's at stake. Don't talk to me that way, Barry. Chessman growled truculently. I'll make the decisions. I'll do the thinking. He said to Rief, how much of the Toulin army is loyal. The aging Toulon looked at Watson before turning back to Joe Chesman. All of the Toulin army is loyal to me."

"'Good,' Chesman pushed some of the dispatches on his desk aside, letting them flutter to the floor. He bared a field map. "'If we crush half a dozen of the local communes, crush them hard. Then the others—' Watson said very slowly, and so lowly is hardly to be heard. "'You don't bother to listen, Chessman. We told you, all that's needed is a spark." Joe Chesman sat back in his chair, looked at them all again, one by one, re-evaluating.

For a moment the facial tick stopped, and his eyes held old alertness. "'I see,' he said. "'And you all recommend capitulation to their demands?' "'It's our only chance,' Hawking said. "'We don't even know it'll work. There's always a chance if we throw them a few crumbs, they'll want the whole loaf. You've got to remember that some of them have been living for twenty-five years or more under this pressure. The valve is about to blow.

I see, Chesman grunted. And what else? I can see in your faces there something else. The Three Earthmen didn't answer. Their eyes shifted. He looked to young taller, and then to reef. What else? We need a scapegoat, Reef said, without expression.

Joe Chesman thought about that. He looked to Barry Watson again. Watson said, The whole Texcalkin state is about to topple. Not only do we have to give them immediate reform, but we're going to have to blame the past hardships and mistakes on somebody. Somebody has to take the rap, be thrown through, to the wolves. If not, maybe we'll all wind up taking the blame.

Ah, Chessman said, his red-rimmed eyes went around them again, thoughtfully. We should be able to dig up a few local chieftains and some security police heads. They shook their heads. It has to be somebody big, Nat Roberts said thickly. A few of my security police won't do it. Joe Chesman's eyes went to Rief. The con is the highest-ranking Texcoccan of all, he said finally. The con and some security police has would satisfy them.

Reef's face was as frigid as the Earthmans, he said. I am afraid not, Joseph Chesman. You are number one. It is your statue that is in every commune square. It is your portrait that hangs in every distribution center, every mess hall, every school room, you are the number one, as you have so often pointed out to us. My title has become meaningless. Joe Chessman spat out a curse, fumbled the gun into his hand, and fired before the Toulon soldiers could get to him. In a moment they had wrestled the weapon

from his hand, and had his arms pinioned. It was too late. Reef had been. Reef had been been thrown backward two paces by the blast of the heavy-calibred gun. Now he held a palm over his belly and staggered to a chair. He collapsed into it, looked at his son, let a wash of amusement pass over his face and said, Con, meaninglessly, and died. Nat Roberts shrilled a chessman. You fool! We were going to give you a big theatrical trial. sentenced you to prison, and then later claim you to died in your cell and smuggle you out to the pedagogue. Watson snapped to the guards. Take him outside and shoot him.

The two lions began dragging the snarling, cursing chestman to the door. Taller said, A moment, please. Watson, Roberts, and Hawkins looked to him. Taller said, this perhaps can be done more effectively. His voice was completely emotionless. This man has killed both my father and grandfather, both of them Khans of Tula, heads of the most powerful city on all Texcoco before the coming of you earthlings. The guards hesitated.

Watson detained them with a motion of his hand. Taller said, I suggest you turn him over to me to be dealt with in the traditional way of the people. "'No,' Chessman said hoarsely. "'Mary, Dick, and Nett, send me back to the pedagogue. I'll be out of things there. Or maybe mayor can use me on Genoa.' They didn't bother to look in his direction.

Roberts muttered savagely, "'We told you all that was needed was a spark. Now you've killed a con, the most popular man on Texcoco. There's no way of saving you.' Paula said, None of you have studied our traditions, our customs, but now perhaps you will understand the added effect of my taking charge. It will be a more profitable manner of using this downfall of this power mad murderer.

Chessman said desperately. Look, Barry, Nat, if you have to, shoot me. At least give me a man's death. Remember those human sacrifices the Toulons had when we were. we first arrived. Can you imagine what went on in those temples? Barry, Dick, for all time's sake, boys. Barry Watson said to Toller, he's yours. If this doesn't take the pressure off us, nothing will. End of Part 9. Part 10 of Adaptation by Mac Reynolds. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Part 10.

of the third decade, the Texcalkin delegation was already seated in the pedagogues lounge when Jerome Kennedy, Martin Gunther, Peter MacDonald, Frederick Buckwald, and three Genoese, Baron Leonor, and the Honorable Russ and Modron appeared. The Texcocan group consisted of Barry Watson, Dick Hawkins, and Nat Roberts to one side of him, General Isimo Taller and six highly-be-meddled Tex-Hawkins on the other. Before taking a seat, Barry Watson barked. Where's Amchell Mayor? I've got some important points to cover with him.

Take it easy, Kennedy slurred. For that matter, where's Joe Chestman? Watson glared at the other. You know where he is. That I do, Kennedy said. He's purged, to use a term of yesteryear. At the rate you laddie bucks are going, there won't be anything left of you by the time our half-century is up.

He snapped his fingers, and a Genoese servant who'd been inconspicuously in the background hurried to his side. Let's have some refreshments here. What'll everybody have? You act as though you've had enough already, Watson bit out. Kennedy ignored him, insisted on everybody being served, before he allowed the conversation to turn serious. Then he said, slyly, I see we've been successful in apprehending all your agents, or you know more of our affairs?' "'Not all our agents,' Watson barked. "'Only those on your southern continent.

What happened to Amschel Mayor?' Peter MacDonald, who, with Buckwold, was for the first time attending one of the decade-end conferences, had been hardly recognized in his new girth by the Texcalfan team, but his added weight had evidently done nothing to his keenness of mind, he said smoothly. Our good Amshel is under arrest, imprisoned, in fact. He shook his head, his double chin wobbling. Hey, tragedy. Imprisoned? By whom?

Tuller scowled. I don't like this. After all, he was your expedition's head man. Barry Watson rapped. Don't leave us there, McDonald. What happened to him? MacDonald explained. The financial and industrial empire he had

built, was over-extended, a small crisis, and it collapsed. Thousands of investors suffered. In brief, he was arrested and found guilty. Watson was unbelieving. There was nothing you could do? The whole team? Couldn't you bribe him out? Rescue him by force and get him back to the ship?

With all the wealth you characters control. Jerry Kennedy laughed shortly. We were busy bailing ourselves. out of our own situations, Watson. You don't know what international finance can be. Besides, he dug his grave, that is, he made his bed. Kennedy signaled the servant for another drink and said, let's cut out this dismal talk. How about our progress reports? Progress reports, Barry Watson said. That's a laugh. You have agents on Texaco, we have them on Genoa, what's the use of having these conferences at all?

For the first time, one of the Genoese put in a word. Baron Leonor, son of the original Baron, who had met with Amshel Mayer 30 years before, was a man in his mid-forties. He said, quietly, "'It seems to me the time has arrived when the two planets might profit by intercourse. Surely in this time, one has progressed beyond the other in this field but lagged in that. If I understand the mission of the pedagogue, it is to bring us to as high a technological level as possible in half a century.

Already, three decades have passed. The Texcockens studied him thoughtfully, but Jerry Kennedy waved indigation with the hand that held his class. You don't get it, Baron. You see, the thing is, we want to find out what system is going to do the most the quickest, If we cooperate with Barry's gang, everything will get all mixed up. The Honorable Russ, now a wizened man of at least seventy, but still sharply alert, said. However, Texcoco and Genoa might both profit.

Kennedy said happily, What do we care? You've got to take the long view. What we're working out here is going to be used on half a million planets eventually. He tried to snap his fingers. These two lousy planets don't count that much. He succeeded in snapping them this time. Not that much.

Barry Watson said. You're stoned, Kennedy. Why not? Kennedy grinned. Finally perfected a decent brandy. I'll have to send you a few cases, Barry. How would you go about doing that, Jerry? Watson said softly.

Shocks, man. Our spacelighter makes a trip to Texcoco every month or so. Gotta keep up with you, boys. Maybe throw a wrench or so in the works once in a while. Peter McDonald said, Shut up, Jerry. You talk too much. Don't talk to me that way.

You find yourself having one hell of a time floating that loan you need next month. How about another drink, everybody? This party's dead. Watson said, How about the progress reports? Briefly, we've all but completely united, Texcoco. Minor setbacks have sometimes deterred us, but the march of progress goes on. We—

Minor setbacks, Kennedy chartled. Must have had to pump off five million of the poor slops before that commune revolt was finished with. Watson said coldly. We always have a few reactions. Reactionaries, religious fanatics, misfits, crackpots, malcontents to deal with. However, these are not important. Our industrial potential has finally begun to roll. We double steel production this year.

We'll do the same next. Our hydroelectric installations tripled in the past two years. Coal production is four times higher, lumber production six times. We expect to increase grain harvest 40% next season. and the Honorable Modran put in gently. Please, Honorable Watson, your percentage figures are impressive only if we know from what basis you start.

If you produce but five million tons of steel last year, then your growth to ten million is very good. But it is still not a considerable amount for an entire planet. Buckwold said dryly. If our agents are correct, Texcock and steel production is something. thing like a quarter of our own. I assume your other basic products are at about the same stage of development. Watson flushed. The thing to remember is that our economy continues to grow

each year. Yours spurts and stops, jerks ahead a few steps, then grinds to a halt or even retreats. Everything comes to a pause if you few on the top stop making a profit. All that counts in your economy is making money, which reminds me. How in the world did you ever get out of that planet-wide depression you were in three years ago?' Peter MacDonald grunted his disgust. "'Pont Planet-wide depression, indeed. A small recession, a temporary readjustment due to overextension in certain economic and financial fields.' From the other side of the table, Dick Hawking's laughed at him. "'Where'd you pick up that line of gobbledygook, Peter?' he asked.

Peter MacDonald came to his feet. "'I don't have to put up with this sort of impudence,' he snapped. Watson lurched to his own feet. Nor do we have to listen to your snye cracks about the real progress Texcoco is making. We don't seem to be getting anywhere.' He snapped to his associates. Hawkins, taller, Roberts, let's go. Ten years from now there will be another story to tell.

Even a blind man will see the difference. They marched down the pedagogues corridor toward their spaceboat. Kennedy called after them. Ten years from now every family on General will have a car. Wait'll you see. Television too. We're introduced in TV next year and civil aviation. Be all over the place in two, three years.

the texcocan slammed the spaceport after them kennedy slosh him or drink into his glass slobs can't stand the truth he explained to the others end of part ten part eleven of adaptation by mac reynolds this librivox recording is in the public domain part eleven With the exception of a few additional delegates composed of high-ranking Tex-Cocken and Genoese political and scientific heads, the lineup at the end of forty years was the same as ten years earlier, except for the absence of Jerry Kennedy. Extra tables had been set up and chairs to accommodate the added numbers. To one side were the Genoese, Martin Gunther, Frederick Buckwold, Peter MacDonald, with such repeat delegates as Baron Leonor and and the Honorable's Modrin and Russ, and half a dozen newcomers.

On the other side were Barry Watson, Dick Hawkins, and Nat Roberts, taller and such Texcocans as the scientists' wiss and Fokkin, army heads, security police officials, and other notables. Notepads had been placed before each of them, and both Watson and Gunther were equipped with gavels. While chairs were still being shuffled, Barry Watson said over the table to Gunther, Jerry? Martin Gunther shrugged.

Jerry's indisposed. As a matter of fact, he's at one of the mountain sanitariums, taking a cure. He'll be all right. Good, Dick Hawking said. We've lost too many. Watson pounded with his gavel. Let's come to order. Gunther, do you have anything to say in the way of preliminaries?

Not especially. I believe we all know where we stand, including the newcomers from Genoa and Texco. In brief, this is the fourth meeting of the Earth teams that were sent to these two planets to bring backwards colonists to an industrialized culture. It would seem that we are both succeeding, possibly at different rates. Forty years have passed, ten remain to us. For a moment there was silence. Finally, Robert said,

Possibly you have already discovered this through your agents, but we have released the information on prolonging of life. Peter MacDonald said wryly. We, too, were pressured into such a step. Baron Leonor said, and why not? Taller across the table from him nodded. Martin Gunther tapped twice on the table with his gavel. The basic reason for our meeting is to report progress and to reconsider the possibilities of new

elements, having entered into the situation which might cause us to re-examine our policies. I think we already have a fairly good idea of each other's development. His voice went rye. At least our agents do a fairly good job of reporting yours. And ours, Watson rapped. However, MacDonald said, Now that we are drawing near the end of our half-century, I think it becomes obvious that Amschel Mayer's original contention

that a freely competitive economy grows faster than one restricted by total, Voluntary in bounds has been proven. Barry Watson snorted amusement. Do you? he said. To the contrary, McDonald, the proof is otherwise. On Genoa, you still have comparative confusion. True enough, several of your nations, particularly those on your southern continent, are greatly advanced and with a high living and cultural standard,

when times are good. but at the same time you have other whole peoples who are little if any better off than when you arrived on the western continent you even have a few feudalistic regimes that are probably worse off mostly as a result of the wars you've crippled them with nat robert said his voice musing but even that isn't the important thing the coordinator sent us here to find a method of bringing backward cultures to industrialization have you got a blueprint to show him when you return can you trace the history of genoa for this past half-century and say this war was necessary for progress but that should have been avoided or is this whole free competition program of yours actually nothing but chaos which sometimes works out wonderfully for some nations but actually destroys others you have scorned our methods our collectivized society, but when we return we'll have a blueprint of how we arrived where we are." Gunther banged the table with his gavel. Just a moment.

Is there any reason why we have to listen to these accusations when— Watson held up a hand curtly. Let us finish. If you have something to say, we'll gladly listen when we're through. Gunther was flushed, but he snapped. Go ahead then. But don't think any of we'd do. Genoese are being taken in. Watson said, true enough, it took us time to unite our people.

Time and blood, Peter MacDonald muttered. But once underway, the Texcock and state has moved on in a progression unknown in any of the Genoese nations. To industrialize a society, you must reach a certain taking-off point, a point where you have sufficient industry, particularly steel, sufficient power, sufficient scientists, technicians, and skill workers. Once that point has been reached, you can move in almost a geometric progression. You build a steel mill, and with the steel produced you built two more mills the following year, which in turn gives you the material for four the next year. Buckwall grunted his disbelief.

Watson looked up and down the line of Genoese, the Earthmen as well as the natives. On Texcoco, we have now reached that point. We have a trained, eager population of over one billion persons. Our universities are turning out highly trained effectives at the rate of more than 20 million a year. We have located all the raw materials we will need. We are now underway. He looked at them in heavy amusement. By the end of the next decade, we will be.

bury you. Martin Gunther said calmly. Are you through? Yes, for the time, Watson nodded. Very well. This is our progress report. In the past forty years we have eliminated feudalism in all the more advanced countries. Even in the remote areas the pressures of our changing world are bringing them about. The populace of these countries will no longer stand to one side, while the standard of living on the rest of Genoa grows so rapidly.

On most of our planet, already, the average family not only enjoys freedom, but a way of life far in advance of that of Texcoco. Already, modern housing and household appliances are everywhere. Already both land cars and aircraft are available to the majority. The nations have formed an intercontinental league of governments so that it is unlikely that war will ever touch us again. And this is merely a beginning. In ten years, continuing our freely competitive way of developing,

all will be living on a scale that only the wealthy can afford today. He came to an end and stared antagonistically at the Texcokans. Taller said, there seems to be no agreement. Across the table from him, the ancient Honorable Ross said, it is difficult to measure we seem to count refrigerators and privately owned automobiles you seem to ignore personal standards and concentrate on steel tonnage the texcockan scientist wiss said easily given the steel mills and eventually automobiles and refrigerators will run off our assembly lines like water and will be available for everyone not just those who can afford to buy them Hmm. Eventually, Peter MacDonald laughed nastily. The atmosphere was suddenly hostile. Hostile beyond anything that had gone before in earlier conferences.

And then Martin Gunther said, without inflection, I note that you have removed from the pedagogues library the information dealing with nuclear fission. For the purpose of study, Dick Hawking said smoothly. Of course, Gunther said, did you plan to do you plan? to return it in the immediate future? I'm afraid our studies will take some time, Watson said flatly. I was afraid so, Gunther said. Happily, I took the precaution of making microfilms of the material involved more than a

year ago. Barry Watson pushed his chair back. We seem to have accomplished what was possible by this conference, he said, if anything. He looked to right and left at his cohorts. Let's go. They came stiffly erect. Watson turned on his heel and started for the door. As they left, Nat Roberts turned for a moment and said to Gunther. One thing, Martin, during this next ten years, you might consider whether or not half a century has been enough to accomplish our task.

Should we consider staying on? I would think the coordinator would accept any recommendation along this line that we might make. The Genoese contingent looked after him long after he was gone. Finally, Martin Guthers said, Baron Leonor, I think it might be a good idea if you began putting some of your men to work on making steel alloys suitable for spacecraft. The way things are developing, perhaps we'll be needing them. Bokwold and MacDonald looked at him unblinkingly. End of Part 11.

Twelve of Adaptation by Mac Reynolds. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Part 12 It was fifty years to a day since the pedagogue had first gone into orbit about Rijal. Five decades had passed. Half a century. Of the original crew of the pedagogue, six now gathered in the lounge of the spaceship. All of them had changed physically. Some of them softer to the point of flabbiness. some harder, both of body and soul.

Barry Watson, Nat Roberts, Dick Hawkins of the Texcockian team. Martin Gunther, Peter MacDonald, Frederick Buckwold of the Genoese. The gathering wasn't so large as the one before. Only Taller and the scientist Wiss attended from Texcoco, only Baron Leonor and the son of Honorable Russ from Genoa. From the beginning they stared with hostility across, the conference table. Even the pretense of amiability was gone. Watson rapped, finally, I am not going to dwell upon the measures you have been taking that can only be construed

as military ones aimed eventually at the Texcock and State. Martin Gunther laughed nastily. Is your implication that your own people have not taken the same measures, in fact inaugurated them? Watson said, "'As I say, I have no intention of even discussing this. Surely we can arrive at no agreement. There is one point, however, that we should consider on this occasion.' The corpulent Peter McDowell we eased, "'Well, out with it.'

Nat Robert said, "'I mentioned the matter to you at the last meeting.' "'Ah, yes,' Gunther nodded, just as you left. We have considered it.' The Tex-Cockins waited for him to go on. If I understand you, Gunther said, you think we should reconsider returning to Terra City at this time. It should be discussed, Watson nodded. Whatever the temporary difficulties between us, the original project of the pedagogue is still our duty.

The three of the Genoese team nodded their agreement. And the problem becomes, have we accomplished completely what we set out to do? And further, is it necessary or at least preferable for us to stay on and continue administration of the progress of the Rijal planets? They thought about it. Buckwold said hesitantly, It has been my own belief that Genoa is not quite ready for us to let loose the reins, If we left now, I am not sure. Robert said, same applies to Texcoco.

The state has made fabulous strides, but I am not sure what would happen if we leaders were to leave. There might be complete collapse. Watson said, we seem to be in basic agreement. Is a suggestion in order that we extend for another 25 years, at least, this expedition's work? Dick Hawkins said, the Office of Galactic Colonization, MacDonald said smoothly, will undoubtedly send out a ship to investigate.

We shall simply inform them that things are not as yet propitious to our leaving, that another 25 years is in order. Since we are on the scene, undoubtedly our recommendation will be heated. Watson looked from one earthman to the next. We are in agreement. each in turn nodded. Peter MacDonald said, And do you all realize that here we have a unique situation that might be exploited for the benefit of the whole race?

They look to him questioningly. The dynamic we find in Genoa, and Texcoco, too, for that matter, though we disagree on so many fundamentals, is beyond that in the solar system. These are new planets, new implements. ambitions are alive. We have at our fingertips man's highest developments evolved on Earth. But with this new dynamic, this freshness, might we not in time push even beyond old Earth? You mean, Nat Roberts said, MacDonald nodded. What particular of value is gained by our Uniting General and Texcoco with the so-called Galactic Commonwealth?

Why not press ahead on our own? With the vigor of these new races we might well leave Earth far behind. Watson mused, Carrying your suggestion to the ultimate, who was to say that one day Rigel might not become the new center of the human race rather than Saul? A point well taken, Gunther agreed. No, Toller said softly.

The sixth Earthman turned hostile eyes to him. "'This particular matter does not concern you, Generalissimo,' Watson rapped at him. Taller smiled his amusement at that, and came to his feet. "'No,' he said. "'I am afraid that, hard though it might be for you to give up the powers you have held so long, you earthlings are going to have to return to Terra City from whence you came.' Barron Leonor said in gentle agreement, obviously. What is this, Watson rapped?

I'm not at all amused. The Honorable Russ stood also. There is no use prolonging this. I have heard you Earthlings say more than once that man adapts to preserve himself. Very well. We of Genoa and Texcoco are adapting to the present situation. We are of the belief that if you are allowed to remain in power, we of the Rijal planets will be destroyed, probably in an atomic holocaust.

In self-protection we have found necessary to unite, we Genoese and Texcoccons. We bear you no ill will, far to the contrary. However, it is necessary that you all return to Earth. You have impressed upon us the aforementioned truism that man adapts. But in the pedagogues library I have found a number. another that also applies. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. There were heavy automatics in the hands of Nat Roberts and Dick Hawking's. Barry Watson leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrow. How'd you ever expect to get away with this sort of treason, taller?

Martin Gunther blurted, Are you, Russ? Wiss, the Texcockan scientist, held his wrist radio to his mouth and said, come in now dick hawkins thumbed back the hammer of his handgun hold it a minute dick barry watson said i don't like this to tell her he rapped what goes on here talk up you're just about a dead man and it was then that they heard the scraping on the outer hull. The sixth earthman looked at the overhead, dumbfounded. I suggest you put up your weapons, Taller said quietly. At this late stage I would hate to see further bloodshed. In moments they heard the opening and closing of locks and footsteps along the corridor.

The door opened, and in-stepped Joe Chesman, Amshell mayor, Mike Dean, Lewis, Rosetti and an amaciated Jerry Kennedy. Their expressions ran the gamut from sheepishness to blank haughtiness. MacDonald bug-eyed. Dean, Rosetti, the temple priest burns you at the stake. They grinned at him, shame-faced. Guess not, Dean said. We were kidnapped.

We've been teaching basic science in some phony monastery. Watson's face was white. Joe, he said. Yeah, Joe Chesman growled. You sold me out. But taller in the Texcocan's thought I was still of some use. Amshel Mayor snapped, literally, and now if you fools will put down your stupid guns,

we'll make the final arrangements for returning this expedition to Terra City. Personally, I'll be glad to get away. behind the five resurrected earthmen was a sea of faces representing the foremost figures of both texoco and genoa in every field of endeavor at least fifty of them in all as though protectively the eleven earthmen ganged together at the far side of the mess table they'd met over so often martin gunther his expression dazed said i-i don't toller resumed his spokesmanship from the first the most progressive elements on both texcoco and genoa realized the value of your expedition and have been in fundamental sympathy with the aims that pedagogue originally had primitive life is not idyllic until man is free from nature's tyranny and has solved the basic problems of sufficient food clothing shelter medical care and education for all he is unable to realize himself So we cooperated with you to the extent we found possible. His smile was grim.

I am afraid that almost from the beginning and on both planets your very actions developed an underground, I believe you call it. Not an overt one since we needed your assistance to build the new industrialized culture you showed us was possible. We even protected you against yourselves, since it soon became obvious. that, if left alone, you'd destroy each other in your addiction to power." Baron Leonor's broke in, "'Don't misunderstand.

It wasn't until the past couple of decades that this underground, which had sprung up independently on both planets, amalgamated.' Barry Watson blurted. "'But Joe, Chessman—' He refused to meet the eye of the man he'd condemned. Taller said, from the first you made no effort to study our customs. If you had, you'd have realized why my father allied himself to you after you'd killed Taller first, and why I did not take my revenge on Chessman after he'd killed Rief.

A con's first training is that no personal emotion must interfere with the needs of the people. When you turned Joe Chessman over to me, I realized his education, his abilities were too great to destroy. We sent him to a man. Mountain University, and have used him profitably all these years. In fact, it was Chessman who finally brought us to space travel. That's right, Buckwall blurted. You've got a spaceship out there.

How could you possibly— Teller, said mildly. There are but a handful of you you could hardly keep track of two whole planets and all that went on upon them. Amshel Mayer said bitingly. All this can be gone over. on our return to Terra City. We'll have a full year to explain to ourselves and each other why we became such complete idiots. I was originally head of this expedition before my supposed

friends railroaded me to prison. Does anyone object if I take over again? No, Joe Chesman growled. The others shook their heads. Taller said, there is but one other thing. In spite of how you may feel at this moment of embarrassment, basically you have succeeded in your task. That is, you have brought Texcoco and Genoa to an industrialized culture. We hold various reservations about how you accomplish this. However, when you return to your coordinator of galactic colonization, please inform him that we are anxious to receive his ambassadors.

The term is ambassadors, and we will expect to meet on a basis of equality. Surely, in all Earth's millennia of social evolution, man has worked out something better than either of your teams have built here. We should like to be instructed. Dick Hawking said stiffly, We can instruct you on Earth's presence socio-economic system. I'm afraid we no longer trust you, Richard Hawking's.

Send others, uncorrupted by power, privilege, or great wealth. When they had gone and the sound of their departing spaceship had faded, Amchelle Mayer snapped. We might as well get underway, and cheer up, confound it. We have lots of time to contrive a reasonable report for the coordinator. Jerry Kennedy managed a thin grin, almost reminiscent of the younger Kennedy of the first years on Genoa. Say, he said,

I wonder if we'll be granted a good long of a crime. before being sent on another assignment. End of Part 12. End of Adaptation by Mac Riddles.