The Man Who Staked the Stars
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The Man Who Staked the Stars - Charles Dye
The Man Who Staked the Stars
by Charles Dye
© 2016 Positronic Publishing
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ISBN 13: 978-1-5154-1175-8
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The Man Who Staked the Stars
by Charles Dye
Bryce Carter could afford a smug smile. For hadn’t he risen gloriously from Thieves Row to director of famed U.T.? Was not Earth, Moon, and all the Belt, at this very moment awaiting his command for the grand coup? And wasn’t his cousin-from-Montehedo a star-sent help?
What do I do for a living? repeated the slim dark-skinned young man in the next seat of the Earth-Moon liner.
I’m a witch doctor," he answered with complete sincerity.
What do you do? I mean, what do they hire you for?
asked Donahue with understandable confusion and a touch of nervousness.
I’m registered as a psychotherapist,
said the dark-skinned young man. He looked too young to be practicing a profession, barely nineteen, but that could be merely a sign of talent, Donahue reflected. The new teaching and testing methods graduated them young.
I know I am a witch doctor because my grandfather and his father and his father’s father were witch doctors and I learned a special technique from my uncles who are registered therapists with medical degrees like mine. But the technique is not the one you find in the books, it is ... unusual. They don’t say where they learned it but it’s not hard to guess.
The dark youth shrugged cheerfully. So—I’m a witch doctor.
That’s an interesting thought,
said Donahue. It would be a long three day trip to the Moon and he had expected to be bored, but this conversation was not boring. What do you do?
he again asked. Specifically.
Donahue had rugged features, a dark tan and attractively sun-bleached hair worn a little too long. He exuded a sort of rough charm which branded him one of the class of politicians, and he knew how to draw people out, so now he settled himself more comfortably for an extended spell of listening. Tell me more and join me in a drink.
He signalled the hostess and continued with the right mixture of admiring interest and condescending scepticism. You don’t chant spells and hire ghosts, do you?
Not exactly.
The dark innocent looking young face smiled with a cheerful flash of white teeth. I’ll tell you what I did to a man, a man named Bryce Carter.
*
A group of men sat in a skyscraper at Cape Hatteras, with their table running parallel to a huge floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the clouded sky and gray waves of the Atlantic. They were the respected directors of Union Transport, and, like most men of high position, they had a keen sense of self-preservation and a knowledge of ways and means that included little in the way of scruples.
The chairman rapped lightly. Gentlemen, your attention please. I have an announcement to make.
The buzz of talk at the long table stopped and the fourteen men turned their faces. The meeting had been called a full week early, and they expected some emergency as an explanation. A disturbing announcement, I am afraid. Someone is using this corporation for illegal purposes.
The chairman’s voice was mild and apologetic.
Bryce Carter, second from the opposite end, was brought to a shock of tense balanced alertness. How much did he know? He gave no sign of emotion, but reached for a cigarette to cover any change in his breathing, fumbling perhaps more than usual.
The men at the long table waited, showing a variety of bored expressions that never had any connection with their true reactions. The chairman was a small, inconspicuous, sandy-haired man whose ability they respected so deeply that they had elected him the chairman to have him where they could watch him. They knew he was not one to mention trifles, and there was a moment of silence. All right, John,
said one, letting out his held breath and leaning back, I’ll bite. What kind of illegal purposes?
I don’t know much,
the small man apologized, Only that the crime rate has risen forty percent in the average of the cities served by UT, and in Callastro City, Callastro, and Panama City, where we just put in a spaceport, it more than doubled.
Funny coincidence,
someone grunted.
Very funny,
said another. If the police notice it, and the public hears of it—
There was no man there who would willingly have parted with his place at that table, no one who was unaware that in fighting his way to a place at that table he had seized some part of control of the destiny of the solar system.
UT—Union Transport, spread the meshes of its transportation service through almost every city of Earth and the hamlets and roads and bus and railroad and airlines between—and even to the few far ports where mankind had found a toehold in space. But its existence was precariously balanced on public trust.
UT’s unity from city to city and country to country, its spreading growth had saved the public much discomfort and expense of overlapping costs and transfers and confusion, and so the public, on the advice of economists, grudgingly allowed UT to grow ever bigger. There was a conservative movement to put all such outsize businesses under government ownership as had been the trend in the last generation but the economy was mushrooming too fast for the necessary neatness, and the public rightly would not trust politicos in any operation too confusing for them to be watched, and preferred to leave such businesses to private operation, accepting the danger for the profit of efficient and penurious operation, dividends and falling costs.
But all these advantages were barely enough to buy UT’s life from year to year. It had grown too big.
Its directors held power to make or break any city and the prosperity of its inhabitants by mere small shifts in shipping fees, a decision to put in a line, or a terminal, or a crossroad. The power was indirectly recognized in the honors and higher offices, the free entertainment and lavish privileges available to them from any chamber of commerce and any political representative, lobbying discreetly for a slight bias of choice that would place an airport or spaceport in their district rather than another.
Perhaps some of the directors used their position for personal pleasure and advantage, but power used for the sake of controlling the direction of growth of races and nations, power for its own sake was the game which was played at that table, its members playing the game of control against each other and the world for high stakes of greater control, nursing behind their untelling faces who knows what megalomaniac dreams of dominion.
Yet they used their control discreetly, serving the public welfare and keeping the public good-will. When it was possible.
As always Bryce Carter sat relaxed, lazily smiling, his expression not changing to his thoughts.
Who knows of this besides us?
someone asked.
The chairman answered mildly. It was a company statistician in the publicity department who noticed it. He was looking for favorable correlations, I believe.
His pale blue eyes ranged across their faces, touching Bryce Carter’s face expressionlessly in passing. I requested that he tell no one else until I had investigated.
He added apologetically, Commitments for drug addiction correlate too.
That was worse news. Narcotics investigators are no fools,
someone said thoughtfully.
*
Neiswanger, a