If the Senior Chief was offended by my tone, he didn’t show it. “What makes you think you did something wrong?”
“The Captain wasn’t happy with me,” I said. I felt as if I had failed him, but I couldn’t understand how, or why. “What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing,” the Senior Chief said. He came fully into the blister and closed the hatch behind him with an audible thump. “You did nothing wrong, John. That’s the problem. You followed orders and regulations to the letter.”
I had the odd feeling that I was being mocked. “And yet…why was the Captain unhappy with me?” I demanded. “Tell me!”
The Senior Chief smiled. “That might take some time to explain,” he said, seriously. “Tell me something. When you and your fellow Ensigns came onboard this ship, were you prepared for the experience?”
I remembered our disgraceful showing with a wince. “No,” I admitted. In hindsight, we’d all been foolish. We should definitely have been on time, wearing proper dress uniforms. “We were a disgrace.”
“How true,” the Senior Chief agreed. “Even after you looked the part, were you actually ready to play the part? Were you really qualified to be Ensigns?”
“No,” I admitted. We’d been badly ill-prepared for the position. I hadn’t known how ignorant we actually were until we found ourselves struggling to survive our first cruise. There were some Ensigns, according to Lieutenant Hatchet, who never managed to make it that far and ended up killing themselves through a simple mistake.
“No,” the Senior Chief agreed. “Tell me something. Do you know why you weren’t prepared?”
I hesitated. “No,” I admitted finally. “The Academy never prepared us for the role.”
“Oh, it taught you a lot, but it didn’t always teach you the right things,” the Senior Chief said. He seemed to be dancing around the question, but I controlled my frustration. The answers would come in time. “Tell me something else. How well did you do at school?”
“Pretty well,” I said, stung. “I got good grades…”
“Yes, I suppose you did,” the Senior Chief agreed. “Tell me one final thing. How many of your classmates got good grades?”
The moment of realisation hit me like a hammer. “Son of a bitch!”
“Quite,” the Senior Chief agreed. “Everyone got good grades. Everyone got good prizes and rewards for their work, regardless of how much, or how little, they were actually worth. The teachers taught you your rights, but not your responsibilities…and not what you needed to actually get a good job. You were taught nothing about science, or technology, or politics, sometimes through oversight and sometimes through deliberate planning.
“And, of course, there was no discipline.”
I shuddered, remembering the first weeks at school. The teachers taught and had nothing to do with us otherwise. The children ran the school and formed gangs that waged war on each other, or the teachers. Some used drugs and became criminals very quickly, others drunk themselves to death or killed themselves, just to escape the nightmare. I might have been one of them if my life had been different, one of millions of semi-illiterate thugs roaming the city, terrorising the civilians. If I hadn’t made it into the Academy, it would have been a dead-end job or a life on permanent welfare, or maybe even the infantry.
And that had been one of the good schools.
“You have never been under real discipline until you boarded this ship,” the Senior Chief said. “The experts say that giving a child proper discipline hampers their development. The experts say that encouraging competition only fosters resentments and bitter hatreds. The experts say that penalising children for their own failures is unfair. The experts say…”
He broke off. “Tell me something,” he said, again. “If I told you to repair the Jump Drive, could you do it?”
“No,” I said, flatly. I was starting to have an idea of where this was going. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”
“Nor would I,” the Senior Chief admitted. “The Engineer could, I suspect, attempt it if there was no other choice. His assignment here suggests that he couldn’t do it. If he were one of the few people who really understood the Jump Drive, he’d be on Mars or Titan, working on research. Could you build a helicopter? Could you build a Marine Assault Rifle? A shuttle? A computer? Could you even tell me how one works?”
“No,” I said, reluctantly. “But why…?”
“Bear with me a moment,” the Senior Chief said. “The Education System down on Earth is designed to promote equality. It succeeds admirably… in spreading an equality of ignorance. For every man who understands how something works, there are a million people who might as well be peasants, sleepwalking through an age of wonder with their eyes screwed closed, never taught to understand the world around them. The reason Earth’s cities are decaying is because there are too few people who understand the problem and are working to fix them. You were one of the lucky ones.”
He looked at me for a long moment. “Your friend Muna came from an area where women are kept under strict religious law, despite the UN’s high-minded rhetoric, because those self-same experts have convinced the UN that intervening to prevent human rights from being violated is a human rights breach in itself,” he said. “How lucky she was to have even a hope of escaping! How lucky she was that she found a UN officer who actually saw to it that she was sent to Luna Base and the Academy there! How lucky she was that the UN didn’t send her back the moment one of the bastards who claimed to own her complained about his rights being violated!”
I was genuinely shocked. “But the Bill of Human Rights…”
“Ink on paper,” the Senior Chief snapped. “You must have realised by now that the UN’s version of events has some holes in it. You’d be better off assuming that everything in the files is a lie and working from there.”
I stared at him, and then looked back at the stars. I hadn’t known that it was that bad in other parts of the world. I had just wanted to escape the slum that had been waiting for me since I had been born. If I had known… what could I have done? The Senior Chief was right. Helplessness had been bred into us from Day One.
“The result of their system is that inquiring minds are generally squashed quickly,” the Senior Chief said. “The really smart people left and emigrated to the colonies centuries ago, back before the UN clamped down on emigration. The ones who were left were so few in number that any advance was mainly a matter of luck, rather than judgement. They are rarer than gold, and yet the UN works them to death, because there are too few of them to waste. There are billions of people on welfare to be fed, somehow.”
He looked over at me. “The UN tried to square this circle by decreeing that the colonies would supply manpower to Earth to help fix the problems they had caused,” he added. “They don’t want brute force manpower — they have plenty of that in people like you — but scientists and theorists who might be able to make the next breakthrough that will prevent Earth from starving. The UN garrison here put out an order for two hundred qualified people to report to the spaceport for shipping to Earth. They decided they wanted to escape…”
I understood. “Until I caught them,” I said, shaking my head. It all came crashing down suddenly. “What did I do?”
“Oh, nothing much,” the Senior Chief said. “You merely condemned two hundred people unlucky enough to be smart and trained to use those smarts to a lifetime working to reform a system that is well past reform. Congratulations, John. You’ve ruined hundreds of lives.”
He couldn’t have hurt me worse if he’d punched me in the nose. “I didn’t mean to do it,” I protested. “I was only following orders…”