Eternity Lost
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“I’ll see him,” said the senator.
So it was a smart political move, was it? Well, maybe so, but after a day or so, even the surprised political experts would begin to wonder about the logic of a man literally giving up his life to be re-elected to a senate seat.
Of course the common herd would love it, but he had not done it for applause. Although, so long as the people insisted upon thinking of him as great and noble, it was all right to let them go on thinking so.
The senator jerked his tie straight and buttoned his coat. He went into the study and Lee was waiting for him.
“I suppose you want an interview,” said the senator. “Want to know why I did this thing.”
Lee shook his head. “No, senator, I have something else. Something you should know about. Remember our talk last week? About the disappearances.”
The senator nodded.
“Well, I have something else. You wouldn’t tell me anything last week, but maybe now you will. I’ve checked, senator, and I’ve found this—the health winners are disappearing, too. More than eighty percent of those who participated in the finals of the last ten years have disappeared.”
“I don’t understand,” said the senator.
“They’re going somewhere,” said Lee. “Something’s happen-ing to them. Something’s happening to two classes of our people—the continuators and the healthiest youngsters.”
“Wait a minute,” gasped the senator. “Wait a minute, Mr. Lee.”
He groped his way to the desk, grasped its edge and lowered himself into a chair.
“There is something wrong, senator?” asked Lee.
“Wrong?” mumbled the senator. “Yes, there must be some-thing wrong.”
“They’ve found living space,” said Lee, triumphantly. “That’s it, isn’t it? They’ve found living space and they’re sending out the pioneers.”
The senator shook his head. “I don’t know, Lee. I have not been informed. Check Extrasolar Research. They’re the only ones who know—and they wouldn’t tell you.”
Lee grinned at him. “Good day, senator,” he said. “Thanks so much for helping.”
Dully, the senator watched him go.
* * *
Living space? Of course, that was it.
They had found living space and Extrasolar Research was sending out handpicked pioneers to prepare the way. It would take years of work and planning before the discovery could be announced. For once announced, world government must be ready to confer immortality on a mass production basis, must have ships available to carry out the hordes to the far, new worlds. A premature announcement wouldbring psychological and economic disruption that would make the government a shambles. So they would work very quietly, for they must work quietly.
His eyes found the little stack of letters on one corner of the desk and he remembered, with a shock of guilt, that he had meant to read them. He had promised Otto that he would and then he had forgotten.
I keep forgetting all the time, said the senator. I forget to read my paper and I forget to read my letters and I forget that some men are loyal and morally honest instead of slippery and slick. And I indulge in wishful thinking and that’s the worst of all.
Continuators and health champions disappearing. Sure, they’re disappearing. They’re headed for new worlds and immortality.
And I… I… if only I had kept my big mouth shut—
The phone chirped and he picked it up.
“This is Sutton at Extrasolar Research,” said an angry voice.
“Yes, Dr. Sutton,” said the senator. “It’s nice of you to call.”
“I’m calling in regard to the invitation that we sent you last week,” said Sutton. “In view of your statement last night, which we feel very keenly is an unjust criticism, we are with-drawing it.”
“Invitation,” said the senator. “Why, I didn’t—”
“What I can’t understand,” said Sutton, “is why, with the invitation in your pocket, you should have acted as you did.”
“But,” said the senator, “but, doctor—”
“Good-by, senator,” said Sutton.
Slowly the senator hung up. With a fumbling hand, he reached out and picked up the stack of letters.
It was the third one down. The return address was Extrasolar Research and it had been registered and sent special delivery and it was marked both PERSONAL and IMPORTANT.
The letter slipped out of the senator’s trembling fingers and fluttered to the floor. He did not pick it up.
It was too late now, he knew, to do anything about it.
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