Lucky Starr and the Big Sun of Mercury

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Authors: Isaac Asimov
Tags: Fiction, General, Science-Fiction, SF
some laughter, at which Bigman reddened. "Well," said the small Martian, "isn't that what Dr. Peverale is saying?"
    "Not quite," said Dr. Peverale gently.
    "There is no life of any kind native to Mercury," said one of the astronomers with emphasis. "That's one thing we're sure of."
    Lucky interposed, "How sure? Has anyone looked?"
    The astronomer who had spoken seemed taken aback. He said, "There have been exploring parties. Certainly."
    Lucky smiled. He had met intelligent beings on Mars that no other man knew of. He had discovered semi-intelligent beings on Venus where none had been thought to exist. He, for one, was not ready to admit that any planet lacked life, or even intelligence.
    He said, "How many exploring parties? How thorough was each exploration? Has every square mile been searched?"
    The astronomer did not answer. He looked away, raising his eyebrows as though to say: What's the use?
    Bigman grinned, his little face wrinkling into a caricature of gnomish good humor.
    Dr. Peverale said, "My dear Starr, explorations have uncovered nothing. While we grant that the possibility of Mercurian life is not completely excluded, the probability of its existence is very low. Suppose we assume that the only intelligent life in the Galaxy is the human race. Certainly, it's the only one we know of."
    With the Martian mind-beings in his memory, Lucky did not agree with that, but he kept silent and let the old man continue.
    It was Urteil, little by little having recovered his self-possession, who intervened. "What do you think you're getting at," he asked, and it was characteristic of the man that he could not resist adding, "if anything?"
    Dr. Peverale did not answer Urteil directly. He looked from face to face, deliberately ignoring the Congressional investigator. He said, "The point is, there are humans elsewhere than on Earth. There are humans in many star systems." A queer change came across the astronomer's face. It pinched in, grew white, and his nostrils flared as though he were suddenly overpowered with anger. "For instance, there are humans on the planets of Sirius. What if they are the saboteurs?"
    "Why should they be?" asked Lucky at once.
    "Why not? They have committed aggression against Earth before."
    So much was true. Lucky Starr himself had helped, not too long before, to repel a Sirian invasion flotilla that had landed on Ganymede, but in that case they had left the Solar System without pushing matters to a showdown. Yet, on the other hand, it was a common thing for many Earthmen to blame Sirians for anything that went wrong.
    Dr. Peverale was saying with energy, "I've
been
there. I've
been
to Sirius only five months ago. It took a great deal of red tape because Sirius welcomes neither immigrants nor visitors, but it was a matter of an interstellar astronomical convention, and I managed to get a visa. I was determined to see for myself, and I must say I wasn't disappointed.
    "The planets of Sirius are thinly populated and they are extremely decentralized. They live in isolated individual family units, each with its own energy source and services. Each has its group of mechanical slaves -there's no other word possible-slaves in the shape of positronic robots, which do the labor. The Sirian humans maintain themselves as a fighting aristocracy. Every one of them can handle a space-cruiser. They'll never rest till they destroy the Earth."
    Bigman shifted restlessly in his seat. "Sands of Mars, let them try. Let them try, is all I say."
    "They will when they are quite ready," said Dr. Peverale, "and, unless we do something quickly to meet the danger, they will win. What have we got to oppose them? A population in the billions, true, but how many can handle themselves in space? We are six billion rabbits and they are one million wolves. Earth is helpless and grows more helpless every year. We are fed by grain from Mars and yeast from Venus. We get our minerals from the asteroids, and we used to get them from

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