Mack Reynolds - Equality - In the Year 2000

“I’ll be right over,” Julian told him, and flicked the phone off.

“What in the world is going on?”

Julian grinned at Edith. “Maybe I’m going over to join up, darling. Possibly I’m one of the chicks that wants to get back into the shell.”

He headed for the door.

Somewhat to his surprise, Harrison, Ley, and Woolman were already at Sean O’Callahan’s apartment when he arrived. One of the things he wasn’t at all clear about was the group’s intense interest in him. He had already come to the conclusion that his first meeting with Sean through Edith was a put-up job; the young would-be archaeologist had been sent by the group to contact him.

They all stood at his entrance and Julian went around shaking hands.

He said, naming them in turn, “William Dempsey Harrison, Fredric Madison Ley, Dave Woolman, Sean O’Callahan. It’s a pleasure to see you all again.”

After they were seated once more, and Sean had taken drink orders and delivered them, they looked at Julian expectantly.

He took a sip of his Scotch, a deep breath, and said, “All right, I’m in. Obviously this world as it is now isn’t for me. But the big question in my mind is what you expect of me. I’m thirty years behind the times.”

“We’ll tell you all about that,” Harrison said, obviously pleased with Julian’s announcement. “But first, a little more background. Tell me, after several weeks, what do you think of Academician Leete?”

Julian grunted and shrugged. “Kind of a fuddy-duddy and in full agreement with the way society is run today.”

“He sure as hell is,” Sean said. “If he had his way, we’d get to the point where 99.9 percent of the population had nothing to do and everybody would be sitting around on their asses painting or writing poetry.”

Harrison made a rather abrupt gesture at Sean, silencing him. He said to Julian, “I have a confession to make. I am not a resident of this area, Julian West.”

Julian fixed his eyes on him, waiting.

Harrison said, “Mr. West, we need a man of charisma. We need a leader. My residence is actually in Seattle, where I am one of the three Presidors of the Society for Return to Civilization. The Society sent me here to contact you.”

“I am sure you don’t need someone thirty years behind the times.”

Woolman bent forward; his voice was sincere. “That is exactly what we need. A man who knew the world when it was a world of action, full of life, aggression, ambition. A man who stops at nothing to achieve his ends. A leader of the old school.”

Harrison said, “You probably have little idea of the reaction among the United American people to your reawakening. You have been kept shielded from them by Leete while going through this period of acclimation. But the people as a whole are fascinated by you and the romance of your story. Given the spark that we need to mobilize them behind us, you would be ideal to step into the leadership position.”

“How many of us are there now in this Society for Return to Civilization?”

“Several tens of thousands.”

“That’s not very many for a country as large as United America.”

“We told you the other night of the potential following, given a spark to unite them.”

Julian took another small sip and another deep breath and said, “All right, we’ve come to the nitty-gritty. What spark?”

Harrison looked around at the others. One by one they nodded.

His eyes came back to Julian. “This is a very well-kept secret, unknown even to the membership of the organization save for the other two Presidors of the Society, we here in this room, and several on Luna. It will continue to remain a secret even after having been put into operation.”

Julian nodded.

Harrison said very slowly, “As we told you, Dave Woolman here is head of the Radio Astronomy Observatory on Luna. He has infiltrated his staff with our followers. Currently his radio interferometers are trained on—”

“Just a minute. What’s a radio interferometer?” Julian asked.

Woolman took over. “Essentially a radio telescope with a bank of antennas, rather than just one.”

“Go on.”

Harrison took a slug of his own drink. “He is to return to the moon tomorrow, and shortly after he will begin receiving the first radio signals from intelligent life forms from another star, another planetary system.”

Julian stared at him. “And…”

“The signals will be understandable… and hostile. This other life form is aggressive to the point of paranoia. They cannot accept the idea of another intelligent life form. They have been receiving our radio signals for some years and hence have been able to decipher our language, so it is possible for them to communicate with us. For the past ten years, they have been building a military space fleet. They are on the way to attack.”

“Jesus!” Julian exclaimed.

“They aim to destroy the whole world.”

Julian looked from Harrison to Woolman. “The plan is to fake it, obviously. But aren’t there other radio telescopes that could check up on you, refute your claims?”

Woolman shook his head. “We’re the only one on Luna. The others don’t have a fraction of our power and freedom from interference.”

Julian went back to Harrison. “And then?”

“And then our organization begins an all-out clamor for a revived military machine. Uniting the country to mobilize for defense. The appointment of a strong man to lead us. We expect that overnight millions will flock to our banner. After a few days, according to how things go, how fast the avalanche develops, we will set up a cry for you to be appointed supreme head of the mobilization.”

Julian said negatively, “There are thousands of men still alive who held down higher ranks than I did and who saw at least as much combat as I did.”

“They are in their sixties, seventies, or even older. However, many of them are already members of the Society. You will appoint them as your deputies, your assistants. There are other organization members ready to step into your ranks.”

“Then what happens?”

“At first we will basically retain the present socioeconomic system. As we become stronger and dominate the economy and the government, we will begin to whittle away at it in the name of defense against the alien attackers. To a great extent we will have to play it by ear. But when we are through, we will hold the country in an iron grip.”

“I suppose we would be for an eventual world government?”

Harrison shook his head. “Certainly not. That is one of Leete and his group’s least desirable goals. Man makes his greatest progress under the stimulation of international disagreements, including war. Just look at World War Two. Under its pressure were developed such things as nuclear fission, jet aircraft, the German V2, the first spacecraft. Besides, having rival nations puts you in a position to control the people. If they become restive, you stir up a bit of trouble abroad and unite them behind you. It’s an old Roman adage.”

Julian snorted. “So you’re all ready to go, and I’m to be your man of charisma.” He paused. “It’s the most harebrained scheme I’ve ever heard and it won’t work.”

Sean O’Callahan flushed in surprised anger. “It’ll work whether or not you come in, West. You’re not indispensable to the plan.”

“No, but I sure as hell can throw a monkey wrench into it.” Julian brought out his transceiver from his pocket. It was open for transmission and had been since he had entered the apartment.

He said, “Observe the latest in electronic bugs, although that’s not what they had in mind when it was invented. This thing has been set to record everything that has been said in this room in the International Data Banks. When we put it into the news tomorrow. Academician Leete and I, the whole world will have a good laugh at your scheme to bollix up the observatory and claim messages from the phony alien intelligent life.”