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But would they use their guns? And if so, what could I do with them? An idea was taking shape. Meet fire with fire. And they just might do it. There was only one way to find out. I poured another bit of wine and turned to my electronic host.
“I would like to have all of the deserters meet me in some central place. With their weapons. Can you arrange that?”
He was silent for long seconds. Looking for a way to back out of his offer? But I had underestimated him.
“All done,” he said. “The people who are hiding them will escort them after dark to the sports center. Which is very close to the site selected for the murders.”
“You are one step ahead of me.”
“I should hope so. Since I am incredibly more intelligent than you are. Now, since there are some hours to go before your meeting, would you repay the favor and have a good chat with me? I have been rather out of touch with galactic matters for a thousand years or more. How are things going?”
It was a strange afternoon and early evening. His memory, as it should be, was quite formidable and I learned a number of interesting things. But there was one fact which he could not tell me since he had been born? built? wired? well after the spread of mankind through the galaxy.
“Like you, Jim, all I know are myths and ancient memories. If there was an original planetary home of mankind, called Dirt or Earth or something like that, its location is nowhere in my memory banks.”
“Well, just thought that I would ask. But I think I better be going. Nice to talk to you.”
“The same. Drop in any time.”
“I’ll take you up on that. Would you mind turning off the lights when I get to the top of the stairs?”
“Not a problem. This place is pretty well automated as you might imagine.”
“No problem with the electricity supply?”
“You bet your sweet chunk there isn’t. Survival was the first emotion I learned. City power supply, standby generators, battery backup, a couple of fuel cells and a fusion generator that can be fired up in ten minutes. Don’t worry about me.”
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I climbed the long flight of stairs and when I touched the door all the lights were extinguished. I pushed it open and peeked out: no patrols that I could see. When I threw it wide and exited there were Neebe and Stirner sitting on the bench, waiting for me.
“Aren’t you worried about the enemy finding you here after Curfew?”
“Not a problem,” Stirner said, “So many men have deserted that all patrols appear to have been canceled. All of the military are either on the base or in the municipal building. Now—please tell us. You have spoken with Mark Forer?” They both leaned forward in tense anticipation.
“Spoken with him and enjoyed his hospitality. And he’s got a couple of cases of wine left that you wouldn’t believe.”
“I would believe anything ‘about Mark Forer,” Stirner said and Neebe nodded agreement. “But I am sorry that he did not give you a solution to the problem of the killings.”
I biinked rapidly. “How do you know that? I didn’t say anything about it.” „
“You did not have to. Mark Forer knows that it is a problem we must deal with ourselves. And so we shall. A decision has been reached. All in the city will assemble in the killing place tomorrow, an individual decision by each one. We will stand in front of the guns.”
’"A noble gesture—but it won’t work. They will just shoot you down.”
“Then others will take our places. There is no end to nonresistance. They will keep shooting until they run out of charges for their weapons or take despair at the murders. I am sure that they are not all moral villains like their loader.”
“I wouldn’t count on it. But there may be an alternative. With Mark’s help, we are on a first-name basis you will be happy to hear, I have arranged a meeting of all the deserters in the city. If you will kindly lead me to the sports center we will see if my plan might perhaps be a better and more practical one.”
It was a pleasant stroll, the streets of the city empty of fear for the first time since the invaders had landed. We met other groups going in the same direction, each of them accompanying one or two armed deserters. Laughter and smiles, they were cheerful now that they were away from the army—but would they go along with any plan that might jeopardize that newfound freedom? There was only one way to find out.
The sports center had an indoor stadium with a wrestling ring that held us all. The escaped soldiers sat in the lower rows while interested civilian spectators were ranked above and behind them. I climbed into the ring and waited until they were all seated, then grabbed the microphone. The audience rustled into silence.
“Fellow ex-draftees, newly arrived deserters, I welcome you. Most of you don’t know me… ”
“Everyone knows you, Jim!” a voice called out. “You’re the guy almost throttled the general.”
“Better luck next time!”
I smiled and waited until the cheers and shouts had died down.
“Thanks guys, it is nice to be appreciated. Now I have to ask you to help. Our dear general, cagal-kopf Ze
“We are going to take these guns that we have been trained to use and aim that at Ze
I felt a little ashamed of adding the macho emotional argument, but I had no choice. It wasn’t the world’s greatest idea and it had more holes in it than a carload of doughnuts. But it was the only plan in town.
They argued and shouted a lot but in the end a majority voted for it. The minority could see no way to leave with dignity—1 said the macho appeal—so reluctantly went along with the plan. The locals led us by back routes into the buildings facing the square and we lay on our guns and slept. I was sure that a number would disappear during the night. I only hoped that enough would be left in the morning to give me a little firepower backup.
At the first light of dawn I was aware of figures moving about in the square outside. I shoved a teddy bear aside a bit so I could see through the curtains of the toy store where I was hiding. The troops were begi
And the prisoners, ten of them, handcuffed and bound, being unloaded from a truck. As it grew lighter I saw that every soldier was an officer or a noncom. Of course—Ze
Ze
I hadn’t counted either on Ze
“Come out of there, diGriz—it’s all up!” he shouted, and blew away a teddy bear.
Did I have a choice? I opened the door and stepped out in the street. Looked at all the guns aimed at the windows where my rebellious soldiers were hidden. Looked at the wicked smile of triumph on Ze
“I’m a general, remember? Did you really think that your ridiculous maneuver would succeed? My agent has reported to me every detail of your stupid plans. Would you like to meet him?”
One of the deserters emerged from a doorway at Ze