"In short, Mr. Baley, it became obvious that Solaria, in the space of a century or less, would be as crowded as Nexon had been. It seemed ridiculous and wasteful to find such a new world and then lose it through lack of foresight.
"To spare you a great deal of complicated politics, I need say only that Solaria managed to establish its independence and make it stick without war. Our usefulness to other Outer Worlds as a source of specialty robots gained us friends and helped us, of course.
"Once independent, our first care was to make sure that population did not grow beyond reasonable limits. We regulate immigration and births and take care of all needs by increasing and diversifying the robots we use."
Baley said, "Why is it the Solarians object to seeing one another?" He felt annoyed at the manner in which Quemot chose to expound sociology.
Quemot peeped around the corner of his chair and retreated almost at once. "It follows inevitably. We have huge estates. An estate ten thousand square miles in area is not uncommon, although the largest ones contain considerable unproductive areas. My own estate is nine hundred fifty square miles in area but every bit of it is good land.
"In any case, it is the size of an estate, more than anything else, that determines a man's position in society. And one property of a large estate is this: You can wander about in it almost aimlessly with little or no danger of entering a neighbor's territory and thus encountering your neighbor. You see?"
Baley shrugged. "I suppose I do."
"In short, a Solarian takes pride in not meeting his neighbor. At the same time, his estate is so well run by robots and so self sufficient that there is no reason for him to have to meet his neighbor. The desire not to do so led to the development of ever more perfect viewing equipment, and as the viewing equipment grew better there was
less and less need ever to see one's neighbor. It was a reinforcing cycle, a kind of feed back. Do you see?"
Baley said, "Look here, Dr. Quemot. You don't have to make all this so simple for me. I'm not a sociologist but I've had the usual elementary courses in college. It's only an Earth college, of course," Baley added with a reluctant modesty designed to ward off the same comment, in more insulting terms, from the other, "but I can follow mathematics."
"Mathematics?" said Quemot, his voice squeaking the last syllable.
"Well, not the stuff they use in robotics, which I wouldn't follow, but sociological relationships I can handle. For instance, I'm familiar with the Teramin Relationship."
"The what, sir?"
"Maybe you have a different name for it. The differential of inconveniences suffered with privileges granted: dee eye sub jay taken to the nth - "
"What are you talking about?" It was the sharp and peremptory tone of a Spacer that Baley heard and he was silenced in bewilderment.
Surely the relationship between inconveniences suffered and privileges granted was part of the very essentials of learning how to handle people without an explosion. A private stall in the community bathroom for one person, given for cause, would keep x persons waiting patiently for the same lightning to strike them, the value of x varying in known ways with known variations in environment and human temperament, as quantitatively described in the Teramin Relationship.
But then again, in a world where all was privilege and nothing inconvenience, the Teramin Relationship might reduce to triviality. Perhaps he had chosen the wrong example.
He tried again. "Look, sir, it's one thing to get a qualitative fill-in on the growth of this prejudice against seeing, but it isn't helpful for my purposes. I want to know the exact analysis of the prejudice so I can counteract it effectively. I want to persuade people to see me, as you are doing now."
"Mr. Baley," said Quemot, "you can't treat human emotions as though they were built about a positronic brain."
"I'm not saying you can. Robotics is a deductive science and soci
ology an inductive one. But mathematics can be made to apply in either case."
There was silence for a moment. Then Quemot spoke in a voice that trembled. "You have admitted you are not a sociologist."
"I know. But I was told you were one. The best on the planet."
"I am the only one. You might almost say I have invented the science."
"Oh?" Baley hesitated over the next question. It sounded impertinent even to himself. "Have you viewed books on the subject?"
"I've looked at some Auroran books."
"Have you looked at books from Earth?"
"Earth?" Quemot laughed uneasily. "It wouldn't have occurred to me to read any of Earth's scientific productions. No offense intended."
"Well, I'm sorry. I had thought I would be able to get specific data that would make it possible for me to interview others face to face without having to - "
Quemot made a queer, grating, inarticulate sound and the large chair in which he sat scraped backward, then went over with a crash.
A muffled "My apologies" was caught by Baley.
Baley had a momentary glimpse of Quemot running with an ungainly stride, then he was out the room and gone.
Baley's eyebrows lifted. What the devil had he said this time? Jehoshaphat! What wrong button had he pushed?
Tentatively he rose from his seat, and stopped halfway as a robot entered.
"Master," said the robot, "I have been directed to inform you that the master will view you in a few moments."
"View me, boy?"
"Yes, master. In the meanwhile, you may desire further refreshment."
Another beaker of the pink liquid was at Baley's elbow and this time a dish of some confectionery, warm and fragrant, was added.