As they passed each building of note, Myra pointed it out and named it. “That’s the main hospital over there. See?”
“The double tower? Looks lovely. There’s everything here, isn’t there?”
“What did you expect to find on Starhaven? Three poolhalls and a barroom? Just because Starhaven is a sanctuary for—for criminals, that doesn’t mean we aren’t civilized here.”
Mantell flinched and raised his hands as if to ward off her words. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!”
“Thurdan built this place himself, twenty years ago,” she said. “It was an uninhabited world, too cold to be of any use to anyone. He had a lot of money—never mind where he got it. He got together a crew of men like him, and together they built the shell and the inner sun. That was the beginning of Starhaven. Then they built the armaments, and suddenly there was a fortress in space where before there had been just a cold empty world. And that was the beginning of Starhaven, Mantell. Twenty million people five here now, and no one hounds them with false piety.”
Mantell looked at her. After a moment he asked the question that had been nagging at him ever since he had first seen her.
“How did you happen to come here?”
It was the wrong thing to ask. He saw the anger flare on her lovely face; she started to unsheathe her claws and let her fur rise like an insulted feline. Then her anger subsided.
“I almost forgot you were new, Mantell. We never ask anybody why he’s here. Your past is your own secret. Ben Thurdan knows it, and you know it. But nobody else is entitled to know anything about you except what you want to tell them.”
Mantell felt his face going red. “Sorry,” he said.
“That’s okay. It’s an understandable mistake. But just remember not to ask it any more.”
“Does Thurdan know every single person on the planet?”
“He tries to. It’s impossible to know twenty million people, but he tries. Everyone who comes gets a personal welcome from him, same as you did. Only some days fifty or a hundred or five hundred show up, and they don’t all get an individual drink and a handshake. Ben gives newcomers a job to do.”
“You can’t just do as you please?”
“Not at first. You put in a few years at an assigned job and if you’re rich enough you can buy yourself off and loaf. You’re in the armaments division, aren’t you?”
Mantell nodded.
“The buying-off price is high there. But so is the pay. Anyone with a specialty like that is valuable property here. But someone has to drive the cabs and someone has to sell popcorn at the sensostims, and if Thurdan tells you that’s your job, you do it, or else. It’s the only way to make this world run.”
“He seems to do a pretty fair job of making it run,”
Mantell said. “And he seems to know how to pick his secretaries, too.”
“Keep me out of this,” the girl said, but she was grinning. “We get off here.”
The car whirred to a gentle halt. The gleaming doors telescoped open, and they got out. Mantell looked around and whistled.
They were in front of a vaulting domed building set back behind a smooth, almost unreal grassy lawn. The building seemed crowded. Sparkling lights radiated from the upper stories of the dome. It was immense, a hundred stories high or more.
“What is this place?”
“This,” Myra said, “is the second most important building on Starhaven. It’s second only to Thurdan’s headquarters.”
“What is it?”
“It’s called the Pleasure Dome,” she said. “Shall we go inside?”
They stepped onto a moving slidewalk and let themselves be carried up a gently sloping ramp that led into the front entrance of the vast building. Mantell found himself swept into a cavernous antechamber that was at least a hundred feet high and seemingly acres square. The enormous room was packed with people, though sound-absorbers damped their voices. The walls were decorated with highly suggestive murals fifty feet high. Pleasure Dome, Mantell thought. Of course. Starhaven was nothing but a private dream world for Ben Thur-dan, a dream world to which outsiders could be admitted on request, and this was the factory from which most of the dreams flowed.
As Mantell stood there gaping, someone jostled against him, and he felt a hand slide gently but not altogether imperceptibly into his pocket. He clamped his fingers tightly around the wrist, whirled, and brought his other hand forth to grab the pickpocket by the throat.
He was a small ratty man hah Mantell’s size, with bright darting eyes and close-cropped black hair and a hooked corvine nose. Mantell tightened his grip on the pickpocket’s throat and yanked his hand from his pocket. He glanced at Myra. She seemed to be laughing, as if this were all some tremendously amusing joke.
Mantell said, “Is this how they sell admission tickets to this place?”
The pickpocket looked very pale. In a whisper he said, “Let go of me, huh, fellow? I can’t breathe.”
“Let go of him, Johnny,” Myra said. In the confusion he still managed to notice that this was the first time she had called him Johnny.
Mantell decided there was no point in strangling the little fellow. He shook the pickpocket once, just for good measure, and let him go.
Seconds later he had a blaster pointing in the vicinity of Mantell’s navel.
“Okay, friend. Since subtlety didn’t seem to work, I’ll try a more direct approach. Hand over your cash, and be quick.”
Mantell recoiled in astonishment and shock. People were milling around in the big lobby, and they were all ignoring the holdup going calmly on in their midst! Then he remembered where he was. This was Starhaven. Anything went. Coldly and reluctantly he drew his bills from his pocket.
Myra was still laughing. She put her hand over his, keeping it there for a second, and pushed the hand, money and all, back toward his pocket. With her other hand she deflected the pick-pocket’s blaster.
“Put the gun away, Huel,” she said. “He’s new here. He just came from Thurdan. That’s all the cash he has to his name.”
The blaster was lowered. The runty little pickpocket grinned up at him amiably and said, “I didn’t mean any harm by it, friend. It’s just between pals, that’s all.” He winked at Myra. “Thurdan told me to do it. Just to show him the ropes.”
“I thought so,” she said. “You usually aren’t that clumsy about getting caught.”
Mantell understood the strange lesson he had been just taught. Thurdan had arranged this whole thing as a demonstration of the way the code of Starhaven worked; he wanted Mantell to see it in action.
It was perfectly all right for a pickpocket to practice his trade in public, if he wanted to—but he ran the risk of trouble if he happened to get himself caught by his intended victim. As for pulling the gun on Mantell, that was well within the Starhaven ethical code, too. You gave the same kind of treatment as you expected from others. In that sort of framework, a man- could be as brave or as weak as he chose.
On Starhaven it was healthier to be brave and quick-triggered. They came out better on the percentages, in the long run.
It all made a crazy sort of sense, Mantell thought. A world run this way might be able to hang together—if it had someone like Thurdan backing up its code.
“This Pleasure Dome,” Mantell said, after the little pickpocket had faded back into the crowd. “Just what kind of place is it?”
“Everything is here, every sort of entertainment a man might want. You can eat and drink and see shows, live and tri-dis and sensostims. There’s gambling on the tenth level. There’s a dance hall on the twentieth. They’re very obliging here.”
“And why did you bring me here?”