Ud Klavan nodded. "Quite understood, thank you, Marlowe."

* * * * *

"Good. Now, to proceed:

"Under conditions such as those, the state and its agencies _cannot_ lay

down a fixed policy of any sort, and expect it to be in the least

permanent. The people will not tolerate such regulation, and with each

new shift in social morés--and the institution of any policy is itself

sufficient to produce such a shift within a short time--successive

policies are repudiated by the Body Politic, and new ones must be

instituted."

Marlowe leaned back and spread his hands. "Therefore," he said with a

rueful smile, "it can fairly be said that we _have_ no foreign policy,

effectively speaking. We pursue the expedient, ud Klavan, and hope for

the best. The case which Mr. Mead and I are currently considering is

typical.

"The Union, as you know, maintains a General Survey Corps whose task it

is to map the galaxy, surveying such planets as harbor alien races or

seem suitable for human colonization. Such a survey team, for example,

first established contact between your people and ours. Exchange

observation rights are worked out, and representatives of both races are

given the opportunity to acquaint themselves with the society of the

other.

"In the case of unoccupied, habitable planets, however, the state's

function ceases with the filing of a complete and definitive survey at

the Under-Ministry for Emigration. The state, as a state, sponsors no

colonies and makes no establishments except for the few staging bases

which are maintained for the use of the Survey Corps. We have not yet

found any need for the institution of an offensive service analogous to

a planetary army, nor do we expect to. War in space is possible only

under extraordinary conditions, and we foresee no such contingency.

"All our colonization is carried out by private citizens who apply to

Mr. Mead, here, for options on suitable unoccupied planets. Mr. Mead's

function is to act as a consultant in these cases. He maintains a roster

of surveyed human-habitable planets, and either simply assigns the

requested planet or recommends one to fit specified conditions. The cost

of the option is sufficient to cover the administrative effort involved,

together with sufficient profit to the government to finance further

surveys.

"The individual holding the option is then referred to Emigration, which

provides copies of a prospectus taken from the General Survey report,

and advertises the option holder's asking prices on subdivisions. Again,

there is a reasonable fee of a nature similar to ours, devoted to the

same purposes.

"The state then ceases to have any voice in the projected colonization

whatsoever. It is a totally private enterprise--a simple real estate

operation, if you will, with the state acting only as an advertising

agency, and, occasionally, as the lessor of suitable transportation from

Earth to the new planet. The colonists, of course, are under our

protection, maintaining full citizenship unless they request

independence, which is freely granted.

"If you would like to see it for purposes of clarification, you're

welcome to examine our file on Martin Holliday, a citizen who is fairly

typical of these real estate operators, and who has just filed an option

on his second planet." Smiling, Marlowe extended the folder.

"Thank you, I should like to," ud Klavan said, and took the file from

Marlowe. He leafed through it rapidly, pausing, after asking Marlowe's

leave, to make notes on some of the information, and then handed it

back.

"Most interesting," ud Klavan observed. "However, if you'll enlighten

me--This man, Martin Holliday; wouldn't there seem to be very little

incentive for him, considering his age, even if there is the expectation

of a high monetary return? Particularly since his first attempt, while

not a failure, was not an outstanding financial success?"

Marlowe shrugged helplessly. "I tend to agree with you thoroughly, ud

Klavan, but--" he smiled, "you'll agree, I'm sure, that one Earthman's

boredom is another's incentive? We are not a rigorously logical race, ud

Klavan."

"Quite," the Dovenilid replied.

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