by John Varley
“In the case of Tiona versus Argus: guilty.
“In the case of Tiona versus Denver: guilty.
“Do either of you have anything to say before sentence is entered?”
I thought about it. “I’m sorry,” I said. “It upset me quite a bit, what happened. I won’t do it again.”
“I’m not sorry,” Denver said. “She asked for it. I’m sorry for her, but I’m not sorry for what I did.”
“Comments are noted,” the CC said. “You are each fined the sum of three hundred Marks, collection deferred until you reach employable age, sum to be taken at the rate of ten percent of your earnings until paid, half going to Tiona, half to the State. Final entry of sentence shall be delayed until a further determination of matters still before the court is made.”
“You got off easy,” the CC said, speaking only to me. “But stick around. Things could still change, and you might not have to pay the fine after all.”
It was a bit of a wrench, getting a sentence, then sympathy from the same machine. I had to guard against feeling that the CC was on my side. It wasn’t, not really. It’s absolutely impartial, so far as I can tell. Yet it is so vast an intelligence that it makes a different personality for each citizen it deals with. The part that had just talked to me was really on my side, but was powerless to affect what the judgmental part of it did.
“I don’t get it,” I said. “What happens now?”
“Well, I’ve been rashomoned again. That means you all told your stories from your own viewpoints. We haven’t reached deeply enough into the truth. Now I’m going to have to wire you all, and take another round.”
As it spoke, I saw the probe come up behind everyone’s chair: little golden snakes with plugs on the end. I felt one behind me search through my hair until it found the terminal. It plugged in.
There are two levels to wired testimony. Darcy and Trilby and Denver’s mother had to leave the room for the first part, when we all told our stories without our censors working. The transcript bears me out when I say I didn’t tell any lies in the first round, unlike Tiona, who told a lot of them. But it doesn’t sound like the same story, nevertheless. I told all sorts of things I never would have said without being wired: fears, selfish, formless desires, infantile motivations. It’s embarrassing, and I’m glad I don’t recall any of it. I’m even happier that only Tiona and I, as interested parties, can see my testimony. I only wish I was the only one.
The second phase is the disconnection of the subconscious. I told the story a third time, in terms as bloodless as the stage directions of a holovision script.
Then the terminals withdrew from us and I suffered a moment of disorientation. I knew where I was, where I had been, and yet I felt like I had been told about it rather than lived it. But that passed quickly. I stretched.
“Is everyone ready to go on?” the CC asked, politely. We all said that we were.
“Very well. In the matters of Tiona versus Argus and Denver: the guilty judgments remain in force in both cases, but both fines are rescinded in view of provocation, lessened liability due to immaturity, and lack of signs of continuing sociopathic behavior. In place of the fines, Denver and Argus are to report weekly for evaluation and education in moral principles until such time as a determination can be made, duration of such sessions to be no less than four weeks.
“In the matter of Tiona versus Trigger: Trigger is guilty of an Assault. Tempering this judgment is her motive, which was the recognition of Cathay’s strategy in dealing with Tiona, and her belief that he was doing the right thing. This court notes that he was doing the merciful thing; right is another matter. There can be no doubt that a physical assault occurred. It cannot be condoned, no matter what the motive. For bad judgment, then, this court fines Trigger ten percent of her earnings for a period of ten years, all of it to be paid to the injured party, Tiona.”
Tiona did not look smug. She must have known by then that things were not going her way. I was beginning to understand it, too.
“In the matter of Tiona versus Cathay,” the CC went on, “Cathay is guilty of an Assault. His motive has been determined to be the avoidance of just such a situation as he now finds himself in, and the knowledge that Tiona would suffer greatly if he brought her to court. He attempted to bring the confrontation to an end with a minimum of pain for Tiona, never dreaming that she would show the bad judgment to bring the matter to court. She did, and now he finds himself convicted of assault. In view of his motives, mercy will temper this court’s decision. He is ordered to pay the same fine as his colleague, Trigger.
“Now to the central matter, that of Trigger and Cathay versus Tiona.” I saw her sink a little lower in her chair.
“You are found to be guilty by reason of insanity of the following charges: harassment, trespassing, verbal assault, and four counts of infringement.
“Your offense was in attempting to make others shoulder the blame for your own misjudgments and misfortunes. The court is sympathetic to your plight, realizes that the fault for your situation was not entirely your own. This does not excuse your behavior, however.
“Cathay attempted to do you a favor, supposing that your aberrant state of mind would not last long enough for the filing of charges, that when you were alone and thought it over you would realize how badly you had wronged him and that a court would find in his favor.
“The State holds you responsible for the maintenance of your own mind, does not care what opinions you hold or what evaluations you make of reality so long as they do not infringe on the rights of other citizens. You are free to think Cathay responsible for your troubles, even if this opinion is irrational, but when you assault him with this opinion the State must take notice and make a judgment as to the worth of the opinion.
“This court is appointed to make that judgment of right and wrong, and finds no basis in fact for your contentions.
“This court finds you to be insane.
“Judgment is as follows:
“Subject to the approval of the wronged parties, you are given the choice of death with reprieve, or submission to a course of treatment to remove your sociopathic attitudes.
“Argus, do you demand her death?”
“Huh?” That was a big surprise to me, and not one that I liked. But the decision gave me no trouble.
“No, I don’t demand anything. I thought I was out of this, and I feel just rotten about the whole thing. Would you really have killed her if I asked you to?”
“I can’t answer that, because you didn’t. It’s not likely that I would have, mostly because of your age.” It went on to ask the other four, and I suspect that Tiona would have been pushing up daisies if Cathay had wanted it that way, but he didn’t. Neither did Trigger or Denver.
“Very well. How do you choose, Tiona?”
She answered in a very small voice that she would be grateful for the chance to go on living. Then she thanked each of us. It was excruciatingly painful for me; my empathy was working overtime, and I was trying to imagine what it would feel like to have society’s appointed representative declare me insane.
The rest of it was clearing up details. Tiona was fined heavily, both in court costs and taxes, and in funds payable to Cathay and Trigger. Their fines were absorbed in her larger ones, with the result that she would be paying them for many years. Her child was in cold storage; the CC ruled that he should stay there until Tiona was declared sane, as she was now unfit to mother him. It occurred to me that if she had considered suspending his animation while she found a new primary teacher, we all could have avoided the trial.
Tiona hurried away when the doors came open behind us. Darcy hugged me while Trilby stayed in the background, then I went over to join the others, expecting a celebration.
But Trigger and Cathay were not elated. In fact, you would have thought they’d just lost the judgment. They congratulated me and Denver, then hurried away. I looked at Darcy, and she wasn’t smiling, either.
“I don’t
get it,” I confessed. “Why is everyone so glum?”
“They still have to face the Teacher’s Association,” Darcy said.
“I still don’t get it. They won.”
“It’s not just a matter of winning or losing with the TA,” Trilby said. “You forget, they were judged guilty of assault. To make it even worse, in fact as bad as it can be, you and Denver were there when it happened. They were the cause of you two joining in the assault. I’m afraid the TA will frown on that.”
“But if the CC thought they shouldn’t be punished, why should the TA think otherwise? Isn’t the CC smarter than people?”
Trilby grimaced. “I wish I could answer that. I wish I was even sure how I feel about it.”
She found me the next day, shortly after the Teacher’s Association announced its decision. I didn’t really want to be found, but the bayou is not so big that one can really hide there, so I hadn’t tried. I was sitting on the grass on the highest hill in Beatnik Bayou, which was also the driest place.
She beached the canoe and came up the hill slowly, giving me plenty of time to warn her off if I really wanted to be alone. What the hell. I’d have to talk to her soon enough.
For a long time she just sat there. She rested her elbows on her knees and stared down at the quiet waters, just like I’d been doing all afternoon.
“How’s he taking it?” I said, at last.
“I don’t know. He’s back there, if you want to talk to him. He’d probably like to talk to you.”
“At least Trigger got off okay.” As soon as I’d said it, it sounded hollow.
“Three years’ probation isn’t anything to laugh about. She’ll have to close this place down for a while. Put it in mothballs.”
“Mothballs.” I saw Tuesday the hippo, wallowing in the deep mud across the water. Tuesday in suspended animation? I thought of Tiona’s little baby, waiting in a bottle until his mother became sane again. I remembered the happy years slogging around in the bayou mud, and saw the waters frozen, icicles mixed with Spanish moss in the tree limbs. “I guess it’ll cost quite a bit to start it up again in three years, won’t it?” I had only hazy ideas of money. So far, it had never been important to me.
Trilby glanced at me, eyes narrowed. She shrugged.
“Most likely, Trigger will have to sell the place. There’s a buyer who wants to expand it and turn it into a golf course.”
“Golf course,” I echoed, feeling numb. Manicured greens, pretty water hazards, sand traps, flags whipping in the breeze. Sterile. I suddenly felt like crying, but for some reason I didn’t do it.
“You can’t come back here, Argus. Nothing stays the same. Change is something you have to get used to.”
“Cathay will, too.” And just how much change should a person be expected to take? With a shock, I realized that now Cathay would be doing what I had wanted him to do. He’d be growing up with me, getting older instead of being regressed to grow up with another child. And it was suddenly just too much. It hadn’t been my fault that this was happening to him, but having wished for it and having it come true made it feel like it was. The tears came, and they didn’t stop for a long time.
Trilby left me alone, and I was grateful for that.
She was still there when I got myself under control. I didn’t care one way or the other. I felt empty, with a burning in the back of my throat. Nobody had told me life was going to be like this.
“What . . . what about the child Cathay contracted to teach?” I asked, finally, feeling I should say something. “What happens to her?”
“The TA takes responsibility,” Trilby said. “They’ll find someone. For Trigger’s child, too.”
I looked at her. She was stretched out, both elbows behind her to prop her up. Her valentine nipples crinkled as I watched.
She glanced at me, smiled with one corner of her mouth. I felt a little better. She was awfully pretty.
“I guess he can . . . well, can’t he still teach older kids?”
“I suppose he can,” Trilby said, with a shrug. “I don’t know if he’ll want to. I know Cathay. He’s not going to take this well.”
“Is there anything I could do?”
“Not really. Talk to him. Show sympathy, but not too much. You’ll have to figure it out. See if he wants to be with you.”
It was too confusing. How was I supposed to know what he needed? He hadn’t come to see me. But Trilby had.
So there was one uncomplicated thing in my life right then, one thing I could do where I wouldn’t have to think. I rolled over and got on top of Trilby and started to kiss her. She responded with a lazy eroticism I found irresistible. She did know some tricks I’d never heard of.
“How was that?” I said, much later.
That smile again. I got the feeling that I constantly amused her, and somehow I didn’t mind it. Maybe it was the fact that she made no bones about her being the adult and me being the child. That was the way it would be with us. I would have to grow up to her; she would not go back and imitate me.
“Are you looking for a grade?” she asked. “Like the twentieth century?” She got to her feet and stretched.
“All right. I’ll be honest. You get an A for effort, but any thirteen-year-old would. You can’t help it. In technique, maybe a low C. Not that I expected any more, for the same reason.”
“So you want to teach me to do better? That’s your job?”
“Only if you hire me. And sex is such a small part of it. Listen, Argus. I’m not going to be your mother. Darcy does that okay. I won’t be your playmate, either, like Cathay was. I won’t be teaching you moral lessons. You’re getting tired of that, anyway.”
It was true. Cathay had never really been my contemporary, though he tried his best to look it and act it. But the illusion had started to wear thin, and I guess it had to. I was no longer able to ignore the contradictions, I was too sophisticated and cynical for him to hide his lessons in everyday activities.
It bothered me in the same way the CC did. The CC could befriend me one minute and sentence me to death the next. I wanted more than that, and Trilby seemed to be offering it.
“I won’t be teaching you science or skills, either,” she was saying. “You’ll have tutors for that, when you decide just what you want to do.”
“Just what is it you do, then?”
“You know, I’ve never been able to find a good way of describing that. I won’t be around all the time, like Cathay was. You’ll come to me when you want to, maybe when you have a problem. I’ll be sympathetic and do what I can, but mostly I’ll just point out that you have to make all the hard choices. If you’ve been stupid I’ll tell you so, but I won’t be surprised or disappointed if you go on being stupid in the same way. You can use me as a role model if you want to, but I don’t insist on it. But I promise I’ll always tell you things straight, as I see them. I won’t try to slip things in painlessly. It’s time for pain. Think of Cathay as a professional child. I’m not putting him down. He turned you into a civilized being, and when he got you you were hardly that. It’s because of him that you’re capable of caring about his situation now, that you have loyalties to feel divided about. And he’s good enough at it to know how you’ll choose.”
“Choose? What do you mean?”
“I can’t tell you that.” She spread her hands, and grinned. “See how helpful I can be?”
She was confusing me again. Why can’t things be simpler?
“Then if Cathay’s a professional child, you’re a professional adult?”
“You could think of it like that. It’s not really analogous.”
“I guess I still don’t know what Darcy would be paying you for.”
“We’ll make love a lot. How’s that? Simple enough for you?” She brushed dirt from her back and frowned at the ground. “But not on dirt anymore. I don’t care for dirt.”
I looked around, too. The place was messy. Not pretty at all. I wondered how I could have liked it so much. Suddenly I
wanted to get out, to go to a clean, dry place.
“Come on,” I said, getting up. “I want to try some of those things again.”
“Does this mean I have a job?”
“Yeah. I guess it does.”
Cathay was sitting on the porch of the Sugar Shack, a line of brown beer bottles perched along the edge. He smiled at us as we approached him. He was stinking drunk.
It’s strange. We’d been drunk many times together, the four of us. It’s great fun. But when only one person is drunk, it’s a little disgusting. Not that I blamed him. But when you’re drinking together all the jokes make sense. When you drink alone, you just make a sloppy nuisance of yourself.
Trilby and I sat on either side of him. He wanted to sing. He pressed bottles on both of us, and I sipped mine and tried to get into the spirit of it. But pretty soon he was crying, and I felt awful. And I admit that it wasn’t entirely in sympathy. I felt helpless because there was so little I could do, and a bit resentful of some of the promises he had me make. I would have come to see him anyway. He didn’t have to blubber on my shoulder and beg me not to abandon him.
So he cried on me, and on Trilby, then just sat between us looking glum. I tried to console him.
“Cathay, it’s not the end of the world. Trilby says you’ll still be able to teach older kids. My age and up. The TA just said you couldn’t handle younger ones.”
He mumbled something.
“It shouldn’t be that different,” I said, not knowing when to shut up.
“Maybe you’re right,” he said.
“Sure I am.” I was unconsciously falling into that false heartiness people use to cheer up drunks. He heard it immediately.
“What the hell do you know about it? You think you . . . Damn it, what do you know? You know what kind of person it takes to do my job? A little bit of a misfit, that’s what. Somebody who doesn’t want to grow up any more than you do. We’re both cowards, Argus. You don’t know it, but I do. I do. So what the hell am I going to do? Huh? Why don’t you go away? You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”
