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to nearly ten before Kennon returned followed by two Lani carrying bags which they loaded into the back of the jeep. “I had to reorganize a little,” Kennon apologized, “some things were unfamiliar.”

“Plan on taking them?” Blalok said, jerking a thumb at the two Lani.

“Not this time. I’m having them fit up an ambulance. They should be busy most of the day.”

Blalok grunted and started the turbine. He moved a lever and the jeep floated off the ground.

“An airboat too,” Kennon remarked. “I wondered why this rig was so boxy.”

“It’s a multipurpose vehicle,” Blalok said. “We need them around here for fast transport. Most of the roads aren’t so good.” He engaged the drive and the jeep began to move. “We’ll go cross country,” he said. “Hillside’s pretty far out—the farthest station since we abandoned Olympus.”

The air began whistling past the boxlike body of the jeep as Blalok increased the power to the drive and set the machine on automatic. “We’ll get a pretty good cross-section of our operations on this trip,” he said over the whine of the turbine. “Look down there.”

They were passing across a series of fenced pastures and Kennon was impressed. The size of this operation was beginning to sink in. It hadn’t looked so big from the substratosphere in Alexander’s ship, but down here close to the ground it was enormous. Fields of grain, wide orchards, extensive gardens. Once they were forced to detour a huge supply boat that rose heavily in front of them. Working in the fields were dozens of brown-skinned Lani who paused to look up and wave as the jeep sped by. Occasional clusters of farm buildings and the low barrackslike stations appeared and disappeared behind them.

“There’s about twenty Lani at each of these stations,” Blalok said, “They work the farm area under the direction of the stationmaster.”

“He’s a farmer?”

“Of course. Usually he’s a graduate of an agricultural school, but we have a few who are descendants of the crew of the first Alexander, and there’s one old codger who was actually with him during the conquest. Most of our stationmasters are family men. We feel that a wife and children add to a man’s stability—and incidentally keep him from fooling around with the Lani.”

A series of fenced pastures containing hundreds of huge grayish-white quadrupeds slipped past.

“Cattle?” Kennon asked.

“Yes—Earth strain. That’s why they’re so big. We also have sheep and swine, but you won’t see them on this run.”

“Any native animals?”

“A few—and some which are native to other worlds. But they’re luxury-trade items. The big sale items are beef, pork, and mutton.” Blalok chuckled. “Did you think that the Lani were our principal export?”

Kennon nodded.

“They’re only a drop in the bucket. Agriculture—Earth-style agriculture—is our main source of income. The Lani are valuable principally to keep down the cost of overhead. Virtually all of them work right here on the island. We don’t sell more than a hundred a year less than five per cent of our total. And those are surplus—too light or too delicate for farm work.”

“Where do you find a market for all this produce?” Kennon asked.

“There’s two hundred million people here, and quite a few billion more in space-train range. We can produce more cheaply than any competitor, and we can undersell any competition, even full automation.” Blalok chuckled. “There are some things that a computer can’t do as well as a human being, and one of them is farm the foods on which humanity is accustomed to feed. A man’ll pay two credits for a steak. He could get a Chlorella substitute for half a credit, but he’ll still buy the steak if he can afford it. Same thing goes for fruit, vegetables, grain, and garden truck. Man’s eating habits have only changed from necessity. Those who can pay will still pay well for natural foods.” Blalok chuckled. “We’ve put quite a dent in the algae and synthetics operations in this sector.”

“It’s still a luxury trade,” Kennon said.

“You’ve eaten synthetic,” Blalok replied. “What do you prefer?”

Kennon had to agree that Blalok was right. He, too, liked the real thing far better than its imitations.

“If it’s this profitable, then why sell Lani?” Kennon asked.

“It’s the Family’s idea. Actually—since the export type is surplus it does us no harm. We keep enough for servants—and the others would be inefficient for most farm work. So disposal by sale is a logical and profitable way of culling. But now the Boss-man is being pressured into breeding an export type. And this I don’t like. It’s too commercial. Smells like slavery.”

“You’re a Mystic, aren’t you?” Kennon asked.

“Sure—but that doesn’t mean I like slavery. Oh, I know some of those fatheaded Brotherhood economists call our system economic slavery—and I’ll admit that it’s pretty hard to crack out of a spherical trust. But that doesn’t mean that we have to stay where we are. Mystics aren’t owned by their entrepreneurs. Sure, it’s a tough haul to beat the boss, but it can be done. I did it, and others do it all the time. The situation isn’t hopeless.”

“But it is with the Lani,” Kennon added.

“Of course. That’s why they should be protected. What chance does a Lani have? Without us they can’t even keep going as a race. They’re technological morons. They don’t live long enough to understand modern civilization. To turn those poor helpless humanoids out into human society would be criminal. It’s our duty to protect them even while we’re using them.”

“Man’s burden?’ Kennon said, repeating the old cliche.

“Exactly.” Blalok scowled. “I wish I had guts enough to give the Boss-man the facts—but I can’t get nerve enough to try. I’ve a good job here—a wife and two kids—and I don’t want to jeopardize my future.” Blalok glanced over the side. “Well, here we are,” he said, and began descending into the center of a spokelike mass of buildings radiating outward from a central hub.

“Hmm—big place,” Kennon murmured.

“It should be,” Blalok replied. “It furnishes all of our Lani for replacement and export. It can turn out over a thousand a year at full capacity. Of course we don’t run at that rate, or Flora would be overpopulated. But this is a big layout, like you said. It can maintain a population of at least forty thousand. Old Alexander had big ideas.”

“I wonder what he planned to do with them?” Kennon said.

“I wouldn’t know. The Old Man never took anyone into his confidence.”

Jordan came up as the jeep settled to the ground. “Been expecting you for the past half hour,” he said. “Your office said you were on your way.—Good to see you, too, Doc. I’ve been going over the records with Hank Allworth—the stationmaster here.” Jordan held out his hand.

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