Maddson pointed to another pile of papers on the corner of his desk. "This was the prime objective that the State was set up to achieve, and because the stakes were so high, everything was subordinated to that objective. Hence, from birth to death the individual was subordinated to the needs of the State. It was implied in everything they wrote and drummed into them from the time they were knee-high. Those papers are a translation of a kind of catechism they had to memorize at school; it reads like Nazi stuff from the nineteen thirties." He stopped at that point and looked at Hunt expectantly.

Hunt looked puzzled. After a moment he said, "This doesn't quite make sense. I mean—how could they be striving to develop space flight if they were colonists from Earth? They must have already developed it."

Maddson gave an approving nod. "Thought you might say that."

"But . . . it's bloody silly."

"I know. It implies they must have evolved on Minerva from scratch—unless they came from Earth, forgot everything they knew, and had to learn it all over. But that also sounds crazy to me."

"Me too." Hunt thought for a long time. At last he shook his head with a sigh. "Doesn't make sense. Anyhow, what else is there?"

"Well, we've got the general picture of a totally authoritarian State, demanding unquestioning obedience from the individual and controlling just about everything that moves. Everything needs a license; there are travel licenses, off-work licenses, sick-ration licenses—even procreation licenses. Everything is in short supply and rationed by permits—food, every kind of commodity, fuel, light, accommodation—you name it. And to keep everybody in line, the State operates a propaganda machine like you never dreamed of. To make things worse, the whole planet was desperately short of every kind of mineral. That slowed them down a lot. Despite their concentrated effort, their rate of technological progress was probably not as fast as you'd think. Maybe a hundred years didn't give them as long as it sounds." Maddson turned some sheets, scanned the next one briefly, and then went on. "To make matters worse still, they also had a big political problem."

"Go on."

"Now, we're assuming that as their civilization developed, it followed similar lines to ours—first tribes, then villages, towns, nations, and so on. Seems reasonable. So, somewhere along the way they started discovering the different sciences, same as we did. As you'd expect, the same ideas started occurring to different people in different places at around the same time—like, we've gotta get outa this place. As these ideas became accepted, the Lunarians seem to have figured also that there just weren't sufficient resources for more than a few lucky ones to make it. No way were they going to get a whole planet full of people out."

"So they fought about it," Hunt offered.