synthesized and concentrated. What I must do now is test them. I must prove that I can use them to make the workers do what I choose. Once Iâve proven itâs possible, Iâm authorized to smuggle the genetic information necessary back to the Rings. The Investors wonât approve. There are, of course, moral questions involved, and the Investors are not genetically advanced. But we can win their approval back with the profits we make. Best of all, we can beat the Mechanists at their own game.â
âYouâve carried the pheromones here?â Mirny said. âDidnât the Investors suspect something when they found them?â
âNow itâs you who has made an error,â Afriel said calmly. âYou assume that the Investors are infallible. You are wrong. A race without curiosity will never explore every possibility, the way we Shapers did.â Afriel pulled up his pants cuff and extended his right leg. âConsider this varicose vein along my shin. Circulatory problems of this sort are common among those who spend a lot of time in free-fall. This vein, however, has been blocked artificially and treated to reduce osmosis. Within the vein are ten separate colonies of genetically altered bacteria, each one specially bred to produce a different Swarm pheromone.â
He smiled. âThe Investors searched me very thoroughly, including X-rays. But the vein appears normal to X-rays, and the bacteria are trapped within compartments in the vein. They are indetectable. I have a small medical kit on my person. It includes a syringe. We can use it to extract the pheromones and test them. When the tests are finishedâand I feel sure they will be successful, in fact Iâve staked my career on itâwe can empty the vein and all its compartments. The bacteria will die on contact with air. We can refill the vein with the yolk from a developing embryo. The cells may survive during the trip back, but even if they die, they canât rot inside my body. Theyâll never come in contact with any agent of decay. Back in the Rings, we can learn to activate and suppress different genes to produce the different castes, just as is done in nature. Weâll have millions of workers, armies of warriors if need be, perhaps even organic rocket-ships, grown from altered alates. If this works, who do you think will remember me then, eh? Me and my arrogant little life and little sacrifice?â
She stared at him; even the bulky goggles could not hide her new respect and even fear. âYou really mean to do it, then.â
âI made the sacrifice of my time and energy. I expect results, Doctor.â
âBut itâs kidnapping. Youâre talking about breeding a slave race.â
Afriel shrugged, with contempt. âYouâre juggling words, Doctor. Iâll cause this colony no harm. I may steal some of its workersâ labor while they obey my own chemical orders, but that tiny theft wonât be missed. I admit to the murder of one egg, but that is no more a crime than a human abortion. Can the theft of one strand of genetic material be called âkidnappingâ? I think not. As for the scandalous idea of a slave raceâI reject it out of hand. These creatures are genetic robots. They will no more be slaves than are laser drills or cargo tankers. At the very worst, they will be our domestic animals.â
Mirny considered the issue. It did not take her long. âItâs true. Itâs not as if a common worker will be staring at the stars, pining for its freedom. Theyâre just brainless neuters.â
âExactly, Doctor.â
âThey simply work. Whether they work for us or the Swarm makes no difference to them.â
âI see that youâve seized on the beauty of the idea.â
âAnd if it worked,â Mirny said, âif it worked, our faction would profit astronomically.â
Afriel smiled genuinely, unaware of the chilling sarcasm of
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