"It'll take a lot," I said bluntly, figuring I'd start high and haggle my way down. "An awful lot."
"I am aware of that," he told me. "Education for an entire culture is no simple matter. But we are geared for it."
So there we had itall legal and airtight. We could get anything we wanted and as much as we wanted and we'd have a right to it. No one could say we stole it. Not even Doc could say that.
The creature explained to me the system of notation they used on the recording cylinders and how the courses would be boxed and numbered so they could be used in context. He promised to supply me with recordings of the electives so I could pick out what we wanted.
He was real happy about finding another customer and he proudly told me of all the others that they had and he held forth at length on the satisfaction that an educator feels at the opportunity to pass on the torch of knowledge. He had me feeling like a heel.
Then we were through and I was sitting in the seat again and the second creature was taking the helmet off my head. I got up and the first creature rose to his feet and faced me.
We couldn't talk any more than we could to start with. It was a weird feeling, to face a being you've just made a deal with and not be able to say a single word that he can understand. But he held out both his hands and I took them in mine and he gave my hands a friendly squeeze.
"Why don't you go ahead and kiss him?" asked Hutch. "Me and the boys will look the other way."
Ordinarily, I'd have slugged Hutch for a crack like that, but I didn't even get sore.
The second creature took the two sticks out of the machine and handed one to me. They'd gone in transparent, but they came out black.
"Let's get out of here," I said.
We got out as fast as we could and still keep our dignityif you could call it that.
Outside the silo, I got Hutch and Pancake and Frost together and told them what had happened. "We got the universe by the tail," I said, "with a downhill pull."
"What about Doc?" asked Frost.
"Don't you see? It's just the kind of deal that would appeal to him. We can let on we're noble and big-hearted and acting in good faith. All I need to do is get close enough to grab him."
"He won't even listen to you," said Pancake. "He won't believe a word you say."
"You guys stay right here," I said. "I'll handle Doc."
I walked back across the stretch of ground between the building and the ship. There was no sign of Doc. I was all set to holler for him, then thought better of it. I took a chance and started up the ladder. I reached the port and there was still no sign of him.
I moved warily into the ship. I thought I knew what had become of him, but there was no need to take more chances than I had to.
I found him in his chair in the dispensary. He was stiffer than a goat. The gun lay on the floor. There were two empty bottles beside the chair.
I stood and looked at him and knew what had happened.
After I had left, he had got to thinking about the situation and had run into the problem of how he'd climb down off that limb and he had solved it the way he'd solved most of his problems all his life.
I got a blanket and covered him. Then I rummaged around and found another bottle. I uncorked it and put it beside the chair, where he could reach it easy. Then I picked up the gun and went to call the others in.
I lay in bed that night and thought about it and it was beautiful.
There were so many angles that a man didn't know quite where to start.
There was the university racket which, queerly enough, was entirely legitimate, except that the professor out in the silo never meant it to be sold.
And there was the quickie vacation deal, offering a year or two on an alien planet in six hours of actual time. All we'd need to do was pick a number of electives in geography or social science or whatever they might call it.
There could be an information bureau or a research agency, charging fancy prices to run down facts on any and all subjects.
Without a doubt, there'd be some on-the-spot historical recordings and with those in hand, we could retail adventure, perfectly safe adventure, to the stay-at-homes who might hanker for it.
I thought about that and a lot of other things which were not quite so sure, but at least probable and worth investigating, and I thought, too, about how the professors had finally arrived at what seemed to me a sure-fire effective medium for education.
You wanted to know about a thing, so you up and lived it; you learned it on the ground. You didn't read about it or hear about it or even see it in plain three-dimensionyou experienced it. You walked the soil of the planet you wanted to know about; you lived with the beings that you wished to study; you saw as an eye-witness, and perhaps as a participant, the history that you sought to learn.
And it could be used in other ways as well. You could learn to build anything, even a spaceship, by actually building one.
You could learn how an alien machine might operate by putting it together, step by simple step. There was no field of knowledge in which it would not workand work far better than standard educational methods.
Right then and there, I made up my mind we'd not release a single stick until one of us had previewed it. No telling what a man might find in one of them that could be put to practical use.
I fell asleep dreaming about chemical miracles and new engineering principles, of better business methods and new philosophic concepts. And I even figured out how a man could make a mint of money out of a philosophic concept.
We were on top of the universe for sure. We'd set up a corporation with more angles than you could shake a stick at. We would be big time. In a thousand years or so, of course, there'd be a reckoning, but none of us would be around to take part in it.
Doc sobered up by morning and I had Frost heave him in the brig. He wasn't dangerous any longer, but I figured that a spell in pokey might do him a world of good. After a while, I intended to talk to him, but right at the moment I was much too busy to be bothered with him.
I went over to the silo with Hutch and Pancake and had another session with the professor on the double-seat machine and picked out a batch of electives and settled various matters.
Other professors began supplying us with the courses, all boxed and labelled, and we set the crew and the engine gang to work hauling them and the machines aboard and stowing them away.
Hutch and I stood outside the silo and watched the work go on.
"I never thought", said Hutch, "that we'd hit the jackpot this way. To be downright honest with you, I never thought we'd hit it. I always thought we'd just go on looking. It goes to show how wrong a man can be."
"Those professors are soft in the head," I said. "They never asked me any questions. I can think of a lot they could have asked that I couldn't answer."
"They're honest and think everyone's the same. That's what comes of getting so wrapped up in something you have time for nothing else."
And that was true enough. The professor race has been busy for a million years doing a job it took a million years to doand another million and a million after thatand that never would be finished.
"I can't figure why they did it," I said. "There's no profit in it."
"Not for them," said Hutch, "but there is for us. I tell you, Captain, it takes brains to work out the angles."
I told him what I had figured out about previewing everything before we gave it out, so we would be sure we let nothing slip away from us.
Hutch was impressed. "I'll say this for you, Captainyou don't miss a bet. And that's the way it should be. We might as well milk this deal for every cent it's worth."
"I think we should be methodical about this previewing business," I said. "We should start at the beginning and go straight through to the end."