Part 5 (1/2)
Men came in. There were dark men with rippling muscles under glistening skin, and bronze Amerinds with coa.r.s.e straight hair. Ralph Redfeather was with them. Dr. Chuka came in last of all.
”Here we are,” said Redfeather. ”These are our foremen. Among us, I think we can answer any questions you want to ask.”
He made introductions. Bordman didn't try to remember the names.
Abeokuta and Northwind and Sutata and Tallgra.s.s and T'ckka and Spottedhorse and Lewanika---- They were names which in combination would only be found in a very raw, new colony. But the men who crowded into the office were wholly at ease, in their own minds as well as in the presence of a senior Colonial Survey officer. They nodded as they were named, and the nearest shook hands. Bordman knew that he'd have liked their looks under other circ.u.mstances. But he was humiliated by the conditions on this planet. They were not. They were apparently only sentenced to death by them.
”I have to leave a report,” said Bordman curtly--and he was somehow astonished to know that he did expect to leave a report rather than make one; he accepted the hopelessness of the colony's future--”on the degree-of-completion of the work here. But since there's an emergency, I have also to leave a report on the measures taken to meet it.”
The report would be futile, of course. As futile as the coup-records Aletha was compiling, which would be read only after everybody on the planet was dead. But Bordman knew he'd write it. It was unthinkable that he shouldn't.
”Redfeather tells me,” he added, again curtly, ”that the power in storage can be used to cool the colony buildings--and therefore condense drinking water from the air--for just about six months. There is food for about six months. If one lets the buildings warm up a little, to stretch the fuel, there won't be enough water to drink. Go on half rations to stretch the food, and there won't be enough water to last and the power will give out anyhow. No profit there!”
There were nods. The matter had been thrashed out long before.
”There's food in the _Warlock_ overhead,” Bordman went on coldly, ”but they can't use the landing boat more than a few times. It can't use s.h.i.+p fuel. No refrigeration to hold it stable. They couldn't land more than a ton of supplies all told. There are five hundred of us here. No help there!”
He looked from one to another.
”So we live comfortably,” he told them with irony, ”until our food and water and minimum night-comfort run out together. Anything we do to try to stretch anything is useless because of what happens to something else. Redfeather tells me you accept the situation. What are you doing--since you accept it?”
Dr. Chuka said amiably:
”We've picked a storage place for our records, and our miners are blasting out s.p.a.ce in which to put away the record of our actions to the last possible moment. It will be sandproof. Our mechanics are building a broadcast unit we'll spare a tiny bit of fuel for. It will run twenty-odd years, broadcasting directions so it can be found regardless of how the terrain is changed by drifting sand.”
”And,” said Bordman, ”the fact that n.o.body will be here to give directions.”
Chuka added benignly:
”We're doing a great deal of singing, too. My people are ... ah ...
religious. When we are ... ah ... no longer here ... there have been boastings that there'll be a well-practiced choir ready to go to work in the next world.”
White teeth showed in grins. Bordman was almost envious of men who could grin at such a thought. But he went on grimly:
”And I understand that athletics have also been much practiced.”
Redfeather said:
”There's been time for it. Climbing teams have counted coup on all the worst mountains within three hundred miles. There's been a new record set for the javelin, adjusted for gravity constant, and Johnny Cornstalk did a hundred yards in eight point four seconds. Aletha has the records and has certified them.”
”Very useful!” said Bordman sardonically. Then he disliked himself for saying it even before the bronze-skinned men's faces grew studiedly impa.s.sive.
Chuka waved his hand.
”Wait, Ralph! Lewanika's nephew will beat that within a week!”
Bordman was ashamed again because Chuka had spoken to cover up his own ill-nature.
”I take it back!” he said irritably. ”What I said was uncalled for. I shouldn't have said it! But I came here to do a completion survey and what you've been giving me is material for an estimate of morale! It's not my line! I'm a technician, first and foremost! We're faced with a technical problem!”
Aletha spoke suddenly from behind him.