Worlds Enough and Time (8 page)

O’H
ARA
:

Does everyone in the Cabinet know about your little … tradition?

P
URCELL
:

Not yet. As you just said, we’ve had to draw candidates from a limited pool. Some are still being evaluated.

O’H
ARA
:

But my husbands do know.

P
URCELL
:

And have for some time, of course. Both of them have argued your case since well before Launch. I, among others, wanted to see how well you handled that particular stress, first.

O’H
ARA
:

It’s far from being the most stressful thing that’s ever happened to me.

P
URCELL
:

Granted. But I wasn’t there for the others.

O’H
ARA
:

Sandra’s image couldn’t tell me how long it’s been going on, in New New. It said to ask you.

P
URCELL
:

I’m not sure, either. One may assume we had rather more of a pure democracy in the beginning.

O’H
ARA
:

Fewer people.

P
URCELL
:

And a select crowd. Autoselected. They all decided to live in orbit—to start life over, most of them—and most of them had a more or less passionate interest in their own governance.

The first person born in orbit, by comparison, was an unwilling immigrant. That was five generations ago.

O’H
ARA
:

So you’re saying we’ve become less competent to govern ourselves? As individuals? Or is it just greater numbers, watering down the democratic process.

P
URCELL
:

Both. Out of New New’s eighty-one-thousand potential voters, ten or fifteen thousand—conservatively!—weren’t competent to make decisions regarding even their own welfare, let alone the welfare of others—

O’H
ARA
:

That seems awfully high.

P
URCELL
:

And perhaps twice that number were either uninterested or so contemptuous of government that they had no positive input into the process.

You think that’s high, too, but it’s not. Together those percentages would say, well, more than half of New New is made up of intelligent, responsible voters. That wasn’t true before the war and it’s less true now.

I know Sandra told you about the plague referendum.

O’H
ARA
:

Yes. It’s … terrible.

P
URCELL
:

You would have said “unbelievable” if it had been I who told you. The message was Sandra’s idea. I think she knew you very well.

O’H
ARA
:

She did.

P
URCELL
:

I don’t have any great love for groundhogs, either, and I understand the primitive desire to punish them. Let them stew in their own juices, die out. But I don’t
vote
according to what my ductless glands say. Most people do.

O’H
ARA
:

So the solution is a benign dictatorship by committee?

P
URCELL
:

It’s not the solution; it’s not even
a
solution. It’s just a way of getting from today to tomorrow without too much excitement. Without disaster.

There’s no safety valve anymore. No other Worlds to emigrate to; no Earth as a last resort. We’re sealed in this can together for a century.

And it’s not a “dictatorship” just because most people are unaware of the details of the decision-making process. It’s still just management.

O’H
ARA
:

Management? What a euphemism. It’s manipulation, pure and simple. Paternalistic condescension.

P
URCELL
:

You’re not the best judge of that at this time.

O’H
ARA
:

What do you mean by that?

P
URCELL
:

This is a difficult situation for you. It would be for anybody, talking to me under these circumstances.

O’H
ARA
:

I can manage.

P
URCELL
:

Your using the word “paternalistic,” for instance, is interesting in this context. You’ve read your profile.

O’H
ARA
:

Oh, come on. Because I never knew my father—

P
URCELL
:

Now you’re the one indulging in euphemism. What you felt about him was betrayal, contempt, rage.

O’H
ARA
:

Yes,
felt!
I’m not a child anymore. Besides, I did finally meet him when I was twenty-one, on Earth. He was just a poor sad little man.

P
URCELL
:

You never completely leave the child behind. I’m almost eighty-four, and I can remember terrible things that upset me before I was ten.

I’m just asking that you be honest and careful about those buried feelings. Don’t let them color your assessment of my advice.

O’H
ARA
:

I will try to control my “rage.” (Pauses) There is something in what you say. I’ll take care.

P
URCELL
:

I want you to have this as a reminder. And a good luck charm.

O’H
ARA
:

The Art of War
, by Sun Tzu?

P
URCELL
:

Well, it’s not just about war. It’s about using people and supplies. Management. Bluffing. The creative use and abuse of power.

Written more than two thousand years ago, but still useful.

O’H
ARA
:

Thank you. I didn’t bring any actual books. This is beautiful.

P
URCELL
:

Very little of what it says is beautiful. It’s a tough, uncompromising book. (He stares at her.)

How many nervous breakdowns have you had?

O’H
ARA
:

None.

P
URCELL
:

Your record—

O’H
ARA
:

I know my record. I’ve been treated for anxiety disorders. (She holds up the Chinese book.) We live in interesting times.

P
URCELL
:

Twice these “disorders” involved physical collapse. I’d call them nervous break-downs.

O’H
ARA
:

Doctors don’t. (Purcell shrugs.) In both cases, I was back to work in a day or two. If I thought it was an impediment to public service, I would let the public get along without me.

P
URCELL
:

I’m not suggesting that it is. As far as I can tell, your actual problem is quite unrelated to anxiety.

O’H
ARA
:

Good. Is it treatable?

P
URCELL
:

Selfcorrecting, ultimately. It’s your god-damned superwoman complex.

O’H
ARA
:

What, you think I have too much confidence to be a good leader? That’s bizarre.

P
URCELL
:

No, it’s the opposite of that, or the obverse: an inability, or unwillingness, to predict disaster.

O’H
ARA
:

I went through more disaster in seven months than you have seen in eighty-four years.

P
URCELL
:

Excepting the sure prospect of one’s death, perhaps. (She starts to say something but he holds his hand up, mollifying.) That’s not fair. I’m sorry.

P
URCELL
:

Most of a century involved in calculated debate. It produces reflexes. Like any sport. I have to go.

P
URCELL
:

No. Read “Maneuver,” Statement 27.

O’H
ARA
:

“When he pretends to flee, do not pursue.”

14 October 2097

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