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The KeysTo December
Roger Zelazny
BORN OF MAN and woman, in accordance with Catform Y7 requirements,
Coldworld Class (modified per Alyonal), 3.2-E, G.M.I. option, Jarry Dark was
notsuited for existence anywhere in the universe which had guaranteed him a
niche. This was either a blessing or a curse, depending on how you looked at
it.
So look at it however you would, here is the story:
It is likely that his parents could have afforded the temperature
control unit, but not much more than that. (Jarry required a
temperatureof at least -50 C. to be comfortable.)
It is unlikelythat his parents could have provided for the air
pressurecontrol and gas mixture equipment required to maintain his life.
Nothing could be done in the way of 3.2-E grav-simulation, so daily
medicationand physiotherapy were required. It is unlikely thathis parents
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couldhave provided for this.
The much-maligned option took care of him, however. It safe-guarded his
health. It providedfor his education. It assured his economic welfare and
physicalwell-being.
It might be argued that JarryDark would not have been a homeless
Coldworld Catform (modified per Alyonal) had it not been for General Mining,
Incorporated, which had held the option. But then it must be borne in mind
thatno one could have foreseen the nova which destroyed Alyonal.
When his parents had presented themselves at the PublicHealth Planned
Parenthood Center and requested advice and medication pending offspring,
they had been informed as to the available worlds and the bodyform
requirements for them. They had selected Alyonal, which had recently been
purchased by General Mining for purposes of mineral exploitation. Wisely,
they had elected the option; that is to say, they had signed a contract on
behalfof their anticipated offspring, who would be eminently qualified to
inhabit that world, agreeing that he would work as an employee of General
Mining until he achieved his majority, at which timehe would be free to
depart and seek employment wherever he might choose (though his choices
wouldadmittedly be limited). In return for this guarantee, General Mining
agreedto assure his health, education and continuing welfare for so long as
heremained in their employ.
When Alyonal caught fire and went away, those Coldworld Catforms
coveredby the option who were scattered about the crowded galaxy were, by
virtueof the agreement, wards of General Mining.
This is why Jarry grew up in a hermetically sealed room containing
temperatureand atmosphere controls, and why he received a first-class
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closedcircuit education, along with his physiotherapy and medicine. This is
also whyJarry bore some resemblance to a large gray ocelot without a tail,
hadwebbing between his fingers and could not go outside to watch the
traffic unless he wore a pressurized refrigeration suit and took extra
medication.
All over the swarming galaxy, people took the adviceof Public Health
Planned Parenthood Centers, and many others had chosen as had Jarry's
parents.Twenty-eight thousand, five hundred sixty-six of them, to be exact.
In any group of over twenty-eight thousandfive hundred sixty, there are
bound to be a few talented individuals. Jarry was one of them. He had a
knack for making money. Most of his General Mining pension check was
invested in well-chosen stocks of a speculative nature. (In fact, after a
timehe came to own considerable stock in General Mining.)
When the man from the Galactic Civil Liberties Unionhad come around,
expressing concern over the pre-birth contracts involved in the option and
explainingthat the Alyonal Catforms would make a good test case (especially
sinceJarry's parents lived within jurisdiction of the 877th Circuit, where
they would be assured favorable courtroom atmosphere), Jarry's parents had
demurred, for fear of jeopardizing the General Mining pension. Later on,
Jarry himself dismissed the notion also. A favorable decision could not make
him an E-world Normform, and what else mattered? He was not vindictive.
Also, he owned considerable stock in G.M. by then.
He loafed in his methane tankand purred , which meant that he was
thinking. He operated his cryo-computer as he purred and thought. He was
computingthe total net worth of all the Catforms in the recently organized
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December Club.
He stopped purring and considered a sub-total, stretched, shook his
headslowly. Then he returned to his calculations.
When he had finished, he dictated a messageinto his speech-tube, to
Sanza Barati, President of December and his betrothed:
"Dearest Sanza--the funds available, as I have suspected, leave much to
be desired. All the more reason to begin immediately. Kindly submit the
proposalto the business committee, outline my qualifications and seek
immediate endorsement. I've finished drafting the general statement to the
membership. (Copy attached.) From these figures,it will take me between
five and ten years, if at least eighty percent of the membership backs me.
So push hard, beloved. I'd like to meet you someday, ina place where the
sky is purple. Yours, always, Jarry Dark, Treasurer.P.S. I'm pleased you
werepleased with the ring."
Two years later, Jarry had doubled the net worth of December,
Incorporated.
A year and a half after that, he had doubled it again.
When he received the following letter from Sanza, he leapt onto his
trampoline, bounded into the air, landed upon his feet at the opposite end
ofhis quarters, returned to his viewer and replayed it:
Dear Jarry,
Attached are specifications and prices for five more
worlds. The researchstaff likes the last one. So doI .
What do you think? Alyonal II? If so, how about the price?
When could we afford that much? The staff also says that an
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hundredWorldchange units could alter it to what we want in
5-6 centuries.Will forward costs of this machinery shortly.
Come live with me and be my love, in a place where there
areno walls....
Sanza
"One year," he replied, "and I'll buy you a world! Hurry up with the
costsof the machinery and transport...."When the figures arrived Jarry
wepticy tears. One hundred machines, capable of altering the environment of
a world, plus twenty-eight thousand coldsleep bunkers, plus transportation
costs for the machinery and his people, plus...Too high! He did a rapid
calculation.
He spoke into the speech-tube:
"...Fifteen additional years is too long to wait, Pussycat. Have them
figurethe time-span if we were to purchase only twenty Worldchange units.
Love and kisses, Jarry."
During thedays which followed, he stalked above his chamber, erect at
first, then on all fours as his mood deepened.
"Approximately three thousand years," came the reply. "May your coatbe
evershiny--Sanza."
"Let's put it to a vote, Greeneyes," he said.
Quick, a world in 300 words or less! Picture this...
One land mass, really,containing three black and brackish looking
seas; gray plains and yellow plains and skies the color of dry sand; shallow
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