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For all practical purposes, that's what it was. Ross Metaxa led him over and they stared down into its glass-covered interior.
Ronny's eyes bugged. The box contained [pg 064] the partly charred body of an animal approximately the size of a rabbit. No, not an animal. It had obviously once been clothed, and its limbs were obviously those of a tool using life form.
Metaxa and Jakes were staring down at it solemnly, for once no inane grin on the supervisor's face. And that of Ross Metaxa was more weary than ever.
Ronny said finally, โWhat is it?โ But he knew.
โYou tell us,โ Metaxa growled sourly.
โIt's an intelligent life form,โ Ronny blurted. โWhy has it been kept secret?โ
โLet's go on back upstairs,โ Metaxa sighed.
Back in his office he said, โNow I go into my speech. Shut up for a while.โ He poured himself a drink, not offering one to the other two. โRonny,โ he said, โman isn't alone in the galaxy. There's other intelligent life. Dangerously intelligent.โ
In spite of himself Ronny reacted in amusement. โThat little creature down there? The size of a small monkey?โ As soon as he said it, he realized the ridiculousness of his statement.
Metaxa grunted. โObviously, size means nothing. That little fellow down there was picked up by one of our Space Forces scouts over a century ago. How long he'd been drifting through space, we don't know. Possibly only months, but possibly hundreds of centuries. But however long he's proof that man is not alone in the galaxy. And we have no way of knowing when the expanding human race will come up against this other intelligenceโand whoever it was fighting.โ
โBut,โ Ronny protested, โyou're assuming they're aggressive. Perhaps coming in contact with these aliens will be the best thing that ever happened to man. Possibly that little fellow down there is the most benevolent creature ever evolved.โ
Metaxa looked at him strangely. โLet's hope so,โ he said. โHowever, when found he was in what must have been a one-man scout. He was dead and his craft was blasted and tornโobviously from some sort of weapons' fire. His scout was obviously a military craft, highly equipped with what could only be weapons, most of them so damaged our engineers haven't been able to figure them out. To the extent they have been able to reconstruct them, they're scared silly. No, there's no two ways about it, our little rabbit sized intelligence down in the vault was killed in an interplanetary conflict. And sooner or later, Ronny, man in his explosion into the stars is going to run into either or both of the opponents in that conflict.โ
Ronny Bronston slumped back into his chair, his brain running out a dozen leads at once.
Metaxa and Jakes remained quiet, looking at him speculatively.
Ronny said slowly, โThen the purpose of Section G is to push the member planets of UP along the fastest path of progress, to get them [pg 065] ready for the eventual, inevitable meeting.โ
โNot just Section G,โ Metaxa growled, โbut all of the United Planets organization, although most of the rank and file don't even know our basic purpose. Section G? We do the dirty work, and are proud to do it, by every method we can devise.โ
Ronny leaned forward. โBut look,โ he said. โWhy not simply inform all member planets of this common danger? They'd all unite in the effort to meet the common potential foe. Anything standing in the way would be brushed aside.โ
Metaxa shook his head wearily. โWould they? Is a common danger enough for man to change his institutions, particularly those pertaining to property, power and religion? History doesn't show it. Delve back into early times and you'll recall, for an example, that in man's early discovery of nuclear weapons he almost destroyed himself. Three or four different socio-economic systems co-existed at that time and all would have preferred destruction rather than changes in their social forms.โ
Jakes said, in an unwonted quiet tone, โNo, until someone comes up with a better answer it looks as though Section G is going to have to continue the job of advancing man's institutions, in spite of himself.โ
The commissioner made it clearer. โIt's not as though we deal with all our member planets. It isn't necessary. But you see, Ronny, the best colonists are usually made up of the, well, crackpot element. Those who are satisfied, stay at home. America, for instance, was settled by the adventurers, the malcontents, the non-conformists, the religious cultists, and even fugitives and criminals of Europe. So it is in the stars. A group of colonists go out with their dreams, their schemes, their far-out ideas. In a few centuries they've populated their new planet, and often do very well indeed. But often not and a nudge, a push, from Section G can start them up another rung or so of the ladder of social evolution. Most of them don't want the push. Few cultures, if any, realize they are mortal; like Hitler's Reich, they expect to last at least a thousand years. They resist any changeโeven change for the better.โ
Ronny's defenses were crumbling, but he threw one last punch. โHow do you know the changes you make are for the better?โ
Metaxa shrugged heavy shoulders. โIt's sometimes difficult to decide, but we aim for changes that will mean an increased scientific progress, a more advanced industrial technology, more and better education, the opening of opportunity for every member of the culture to exert himself to the full of his abilities. The last is particularly important. Too many cultures, even those that think of themselves as particularly advanced, suppress the individual by one means or another.โ
Ronny was still mentally reeling with the magnitude of it all. โBut how can you account for the fact that [pg 066] these alien intelligences haven't already come in contact with us?โ
Metaxa shrugged again. โThe Solar System, our sun, is way out in a sparsely populated spiral arm of our galaxy. Undoubtedly, these others are further in toward the center. We have no way of knowing how far away they are, or how many sun systems they dominate, or even how many other empires of intelligent life forms there are. All we know is that there are other intelligences in the galaxy, that they are near enough like us to live on the same type planets. The more opportunity man has to develop before the initial contact takes place, the stronger bargaining position, or military position, as the case may be, he'll be in.โ
Sid Jakes summed up the Tommy Paine business for Ronny's sake. โWe need capable agents badly, but we need dedicated and efficient ones. We can't afford anything less. So when we come upon potential Section G operatives we send them out with a trusted Tog to get a picture of these United Planets of ours. It's the quickest method of indoctrination we've hit upon; the agent literally teaches himself by observation and participation. Usually, it takes four or five stops, on this planet and that, before the probationary agent begins sympathizing with the efforts of this elusive Tommy Paine. Especially since every Section G agent he runs into, including the Tog, of course, fills him full of stories of Tommy Paine's activities.
โYou were one of the quickest to stumble on the true nature of our Section G. After calling at only three planets you saw that we ourselves are Tommy Paine.โ
โBut ... but what's the end?โ Ronny said plaintively. โYou say our job is advancing man, even in spite of himself when it comes to that. We start at the bottom of the evolutionary ladder in a condition of savagery, clan communism in government, simple animism in religion, and slowly we progress through barbarism to civilization, through paganism to the higher ethical codes, through chattel slavery and then feudalism and beyond. What is the final end, the Ultima Thule?โ
Metaxa was shaking his head again. He poured himself another drink, offered the bottle this time to the others. โWe don't know,โ he said wearily, โperhaps there is none. Perhaps there is always another rung on this evolutionary ladder.โ He punched at his order box and said, โIrene, have them do up a silver badge for Ronny.โ
Ronny Bronston took a deep breath and reached for the brown bottle. โWell,โ he said. โI suppose I'm ready to ask for my first assignment.โ He thought for a moment. โBy the way, if there's any way to swing it, I wouldn't mind working with Supervisor Lee Chang Chu.โ
THE END
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