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"My older sibs were set up with relatives. Enough of us were boarded out that there were never more than two children home. We were called nieces and nephews when we 'visited.' "
"And they still maintained all this for you, even after you refused to go to Battle School?"
"Sort of," said John Paul. "They actually made me go to ground school for a while, but I went on strike. And then they talked about sending us all back to Poland or getting sanctions against us here in America."
"So why didn't they?"
"I had the deal in writing."
"Since when has that ever stopped a determined government?"
"Oh, it wasn't because the contract was particularly enforceable. It was the fact that it existed at all. I merely threatened to make it public. And they couldn't deny that they had fiddled with the population laws because here we were, physical evidence that they had made an exception."
"Government can make all kinds of inconvenient evidence disappear."
"I know," said John Paul. "Which is why I think they still have an agenda. They couldn't get me into Battle School, but they let me stay here in America and my whole family, too. Like the devil in all the old sell-your-soul stories, they're going to collect sometime."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"I'll deal with it when their plan emerges. So what about you? Their plan for you is already quite clear."
"Not really," she said. "On the surface, it looks like typical Hegemony behavior—punish the daughter to get the highly visible father to cease his rebellion against the population laws.
Unfortunately, my father grew up on the movie 'A Man for All Seasons' and he thinks he's Thomas More. I think it only disappointed him that it was my head they cut off instead of his, professionally speaking."
"Only you think there's more to it than that?"
"The dean and my committee are still going to give me my degree and have me head the project—
I'm just not going to get any credit for it. Well, that's a
Don't you think?"
"Maybe they think you're a careerist like they all are."
"But they know my father's not. They can't actually think this would make him give in. Or that it would even get me to try to pressure him."
"Don't underestimate the stupidity of the government."
"This is wartime," she said. "An emergency they really believe in. The tolerance for idiots in powerful positions is very low right now. No, I don't think they're stupid. I think I don't understand their plan yet."
He nodded. "So we're both waiting to see what they have in mind."
"I suppose."
"And you're going to stay here and head your project."
"For now."
"Once you start, you won't let go until you have your results."
"Some of the results won't be in for twenty years."
"Longitudinal study?"
"Observational, really. And in a sense it's absurd—trying to mathematicize history. But I've set up the criteria for measuring the key components of long-lived civil societies, and the triggers that collapse a civil society back into tribalism. Is it possible for a civitas to last forever? Or is breakdown an inevitable product of a successful civil society? Or is there a hunger for the tribe that always works its way to the surface? Right now it doesn't look good for the human race. My preliminary assessment shows that when a civil society is mature and successful, the citizens become complacent and to satisfy various needs they reinvent tribes that eventually collapse the society from the inside."
"So both failure and success lead to failure."
"The only question is whether it's inevitable."
"Sounds like useful information."
"I can tell them right now that population controls are about as stupid a move as they could make."
"Depending on the goal," said John Paul.
She thought about that for a moment. "You mean they might not be trying to make the Hegemony last?"
"What is the Hegemony? Just a collection of nations that banded together to fight off one enemy.
What if we win? Why would the Hegemony be permitted to continue? Why would nations like this one submit to authority?"
"They might, if the Hegemony were well-governed."
"That's the fear. If only a few nations want out, then the others might hold them all in, like the North did to the South in the American Civil War. So if you intend to break up the Hegemony, you make sure as many nations and tribes as possible detest it and regard it as an oppressor."
Well, aren't I the stupid one, thought Theresa. In all these years, neither Father nor I has ever questioned the motive of the population laws. "Do you really think there's anybody in the Hegemony who's subtle enough to think of something like that?"
"It doesn't take a lot. A few key players. Why do they make such a divisive program the absolute linchpin of the war program? The population laws don't help the economy. We have plenty of raw materials, and we'd actually accomplish more, faster, if we had a steadily growing world population.
On every count it's counterproductive. And yet it's the one dogma that nobody dares to question.
Like the way the class reacted when you just touched on the subject this morning."
"So if the last thing they want is for the Hegemony to last, why would they allow my project to continue?"
"Maybe the people who push for the population laws aren't the same people as the ones who are letting your project go on under the table."
"And if my father were still in the game, he might even know who."
"Or not. He was with the I.F. These people might be non-military. Might be within various national governments and not in the Hegemony at all. What if your project is being quietly supported by the American government while they make a show of enforcing the population laws for the Hegemony?"
"Either way, I'm just a tool."
"Come on, Theresa," he said. "We're all tools in somebody's kit. But that doesn't mean we can't make tools out of other people. Or figure out interesting things to use ourselves for."
When he called her by name, it a
"Of course it has," said John Paul, "since we didn't have one and now we do."
"We had one—teacher and student."
"We still have that one—in class."
"That's the only one we have."
"Not really," said John Paul. "Because I'm also a teacher and you're a student, when it comes to the things I know and you don't."
"I'll let you know when that happens. I'll enroll in your class."
"We make each other think better," he said. "Together, we're smarter. And when you consider how incredibly bright we both are apart, it's downright scary to combine us."
"Intellectual nuclear fusion," she said, mocking the idea.
Only it wasn't mockery, was it? It was quite possibly true.
"Of course, our relationship is grossly unbalanced," said John Paul.
"In what way?" she asked, suspecting that he would find some clever way of saying that he was smarter or more creative.
"Because I'm in love with you," said John Paul, "and you still think I'm an a
She knew what she ought to feel. She ought to find his attentions touching and sweet. She also knew what she ought to do. She should immediately tell him that while she was flattered by his feelings, they would never lead to anything because she didn't have those feelings toward him and never would.
Only she didn't know that. Not for sure. There was something breathtaking about his declaring himself like this.
"We only met today," she said.
"And what I feel is only the first stirring of love," he said. "If you treat me like a hairball, then of course I'll get over it. But I don't want to get over it. I want to keep getting to know you better and better, so I can love you more and more. I think you're a match for me, and more than a match.