The Gentle Giants of Ganymede

embedded? Of what kind of truer reality was everything that had ever been observed just a pale and insignificant shadow? These were the secrets that the researchers of Minerva had been beginning to probe and which, they had confidently believed, would eventually yield the key not only to practicable intergalactic travel, but also to movement in domains of existence that even they were incapable of imagining. The scientists from the Shapieron wondered how much their descendants had learned in the years, decades, or even centuries, that had elapsed after their departure from Minerva. Could the abrupt disappearance of a whole civilization have a connection with some undreamed of universe that they had discovered?

The newsmen present were interested in the cultural basis of the Minervan civilization, particularly the means of conducting everyday commercial transactions between individuals and between organizations. A freely competing economy based on monetary values seemed incompatible with the noncompetitive Ganymean character and raised the question of what alternative system the aliens used to measure and control the obligations between an individual and the rest of society.

The Ganymeans confirmed that their system had functioned without the motivational forces of profit and a need to maintain any kind of financial solvency. This was another area in which the radically different psychology and conditioning of the Ganymeans made a smooth dialogue impossible, mainly because they had no comprehension of many of the facts of living that were accepted as self-evident on Earth. That some means of control was desirable to insure that everybody put into society at least as much as he took out was strange to them; so was the concept that any measure of a 'normal' input-output ratio could be specified since, they maintained, every individual had his own preferred ratio at which he functioned optimally, and which it was his basic right to choose. The concept of financial necessity or any other means of coercing somebody to live a life that he would not otherwise follow was, to them, a grotesque infringement of freedom and dignity. Besides that, they seemed unable to understand why it should be necessary to base any society on such principles.

What then, they were asked, was there to prevent everybody becoming purely a taker, with no obligation to give anything in return? That being the case, how could a society survive at all? Again the Ganymeans seemed unable to understand the problem. Surely, they pointed out, individuals possessed an instinct to contribute and one of the essential needs of living was the satisfaction of that instinct; why would anybody deliberately deprive himself of the feeling of being needed? Apparently that was what motivated the Ganymean in place of monetary incentives #151;he simply could not live with the thought of not being of any use to anybody. He was just made that way. The worst situation he could find himself in was that of having to depend on society for his wants without being able to reciprocate, and anybody who sought such an existence deliberately was regarded as a social anomaly in need of psychiatric help and an object of sympathy #151;rather like a mentally retarded child. The observation that this was regarded by many on Earth as the ultimate fulfillment of ambition reinforced the Ganymean conviction that Homo sapiens had inherited some awful defects from the Lunarians. On a more encouraging note they expressed the view, based on what they knew of the last few decades of Man #146;s history, that Nature was slowly but surely repairing the damage.

By the time the conference had finished Hunt found that all the talking had made him thirsty. He asked ZORAC if there was anywhere nearby where he might get a drink and was informed that if he went out through the main door of the room he was in, turned right and followed the corridor for a short distance, he would come to an open seating area where refreshments were available. Hunt ordered a GTB and Coke #151;the latest product of the fusion of the two cultures and an instant hit with both #151;and left the mкlйe of producers and technicians to follow the directions and pick up the drink at the dispensing unit.

As he turned and cast an eye around the area to look for a suitable seat, he noted absently that he was the only Earthinan present. A few Ganymeans were scattered around singly or in small groups, but most of the places were empty. He picked out a small table with a few unoccupied chairs around it, sauntered across and sat down. Apart from one or two slight nods of acknowledgment, none of the Ganymeans took any notice of him; anyone would have thought it an everyday occurrence for unaccompanied aliens to wander around their ship. The sight of the ashtray on the table prompted him to reach into his pocket for his cigarette pack. Then he stopped, momentarily puzzled; the Ganymeans didn #146;t smoke. He peered more closely at the ashtray and realized that it was standard UNSA issue. He looked around. Most of the tables had UNSA ashtrays. As usual the Ganymeans had thought of everything; naturally there would be Earthmen around with the conference that day. He sighed, shook his head in admiration and settled back into the huge expanse of upholstered luxury to relax with his thoughts.

He didn #146;t realize Shilohin was standing nearby until ZORAC spoke in his ear with the voice that it reserved for her. 'Dr. Hunt, isn #146;t it? Good afternoon.'

Hunt looked up with a start and then recognized her. He grinned at the standard salutation and gestured toward one of the empty seats. Shilohin sat down and placed her own drink on the table.

'I see we seem to have had the same idea,' she said. 'It #146;s thirsty work.'

'You can say that again.'

'Well. . . how do you think it went?'

'It was great. I think they were all fascinated. . . . I bet it #146;ll cause some pretty lively arguments back home.'

Shilohin seemed to hesitate for a second before going on. 'You don #146;t think Monchar was too direct . . . too openly critical of your way of life and your values? Those things he said about the Lunarians for example. . .'

Hunt reflected for a moment while he drew on his cigarette.

'No, I don #146;t think so. If that #146;s the way Ganymeans see it, it #146;s much better if it #146;s said straight. . . . If you ask me, something like that has needed saying for a long time. I can #146;t think of anybody better to say it; more people might start taking notice now. Good thing, too.'

'That #146;s nice to know anyway,' she said, sounding suddenly more at ease. 'I was beginning to feel a little worried about it.'

'I don #146;t think anybody #146;s very worried about that side of it,' Hunt commented. 'Certainly the scientists aren #146;t. They #146;re more worried about having the laws of physics collapse around their ears. I don #146;t think you #146;ve realized yet what a stir you #146;ve started. Some of our most basic convictions are going to have to be rethought #151;right from square one. We thought we had just a few more pages to add to the story; now it looks as if we might have to rewrite the whole book.'

'That #146;s true I suppose,' she conceded. 'But at least you won #146;t have to go all the way back as far as the Ganymean scientists did.' She noted his look of interest. 'Oh yes, believe me, Dr. Hunt, we went through the same process ourselves. The discovery of relativity and quantum mechanics turned all of our classical ideas upside down just as happened in your own science in the early twentieth century. And then when the things we were talking about earlier began fitting together, we had another major scientific upheaval; all the concepts that had survived the first time and were regarded as absolute turned out to be wrong #151;all the ingrained beliefs had to be changed.'

She turned to look at him and made a Ganymean gesture of resignation. 'Your science would have reached the same point eventually even if we hadn #146;t arrived, and not all that far in the future either if my judgment is anything to go by. As things are, you #146;ll dodge the worst since we can show you most of what #146;s involved anyway. Fifty years from now you #146;ll be flying ships like this one.'

'I wonder.' Hunt #146;s voice was far away. It sounded incredible, but then he thought of the history of aviation; how many of the colonial territories of the 1920s would have believed that fifty years later they would be independent states running their own jet fleets? How many Americans would have believed that the same time span would take them from wooden biplanes to Apollo?

'And what happens after that?' he murmured, half to himself. 'Will there be more scientific upheavals waiting . . . things that even you people don #146;t know about yet either?'

'Who knows?' she replied. 'I did outline where research had got to when we left Minerva; anything could have happened afterward. But don #146;t make the mistake of thinking that we know everything, even within our existing framework of knowledge. We #146;ve had our surprises too, you know #151;since we came to Ganymede. The Earthmen have taught us some things we didn #146;t know.'

This was news to Hunt.

'How do you mean?' he asked, naturally intrigued. 'What kind of things?'

She sipped her drink slowly to collect her thoughts. 'Well, let #146;s take this question of carnivorism, for example. As you know, it was unknown on Minerva, apart from in certain deep-sea species that only scientists were