government allowed you to have, but didn’t allow you enough of.
Everyone had three entertainment credits a day, for instance. One credit would get you a movie, a roller-coaster ride, one hour of hands-on driving on a sports car track, or entry into a place like the Saturday Night Special.
Once inside, you could sit all night for free, unless you wanted something to eat or drink. Restaurant meals ranged from one to thirty credits, mostly depending on how much labor went into them, but the menu also had dollar amounts, in case you had used up all your entertainment and had money.
Plain money wouldn’t buy alcohol, though, unless you were in uniform. You were rationed one ounce of alcohol per day, and it made no difference to the government whether you parceled it out to yourself as two small glasses of wine each night or as a once-a-month binge with two bottles of vodka.
It made abstainers and people in uniform sought-after companions in some wobbly circles—and, perhaps predictably, did nothing to reduce the number of alcoholics. People who had to have it would either find it or make it.
Illegal services were available for money, and in fact were the most active part of the dollar economy. Pennyante activities like home-brewing or freelance prostitution were either ignored or taken care of with small regular bribes. But there were big operators who moved a lot of cash for hard drugs and services like murder.
Some medical services, like jack installation, cosmetic surgery, and sex-change operations, were theoretically available through National Health, but not many people qualified. Before the war, Nicaragua and Costa Rica had been the places to go to buy “black medicine.” Now it was Mexico, though a lot of the doctors had Nicaraguan or Costa Rican accents.
* * *
black medicine came up at the next Friday night gathering. Ray was on a little vacation in Mexico. It was no secret he’d gone there to have a few dozen pounds of fat removed.
“I suppose the medical advantages outweigh the risk,” Marty said.
“You had to approve the leave?” Julian asked.
“Pro forma,” Marty said. “Pity he couldn’t put it against sick leave. I don’t think he’s ever used a day of it.”
“Well, it’s vanity,” Belda said in a quavering voice. “Male vanity. I liked him fine, fat.”
“He didn’t want to get in bed with you, darling,” Marty said.
“His loss.” The old woman patted her hair.
The waiter was a surly handsome young man who looked as if he’d stepped out of a movie poster. “Last call.”
“It’s only eleven,” Marty said.
“So maybe you get one more.”
“Same all around?” Julian said. Everyone said yes except Belda, who checked her watch and bustled out.
It was getting toward the end of the month, so they put all the drinks on Julian’s tab, to conserve ration points, and paid him under the table. He offered to let them do it all the time, but it was technically against the law, so most of the people usually demurred. Except Reza, who had never spent a dime in the club except in payoffs to Julian.
“I wonder how fat you have to be to go to National Health,” Reza said.
“You have to need a forklift to get around,” Julian said. “Your mass has to alter the orbits of nearby planets.”
“He did apply,” Marty said. “He didn’t have high enough blood pressure or cholesterol.”
“You’re worried about him,” Amelia said.
“Of course I am, Blaze. Personal feelings aside, if something happened to him I’d be stopped dead on three different projects. The new one especially, the empathy failures. He’s pretty much taken that over.”
“How’s that coming along?” Julian asked. Marty raised a palm and shook his head. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to—”
“Oh, well, you might as well know one thing—we’ve been studying one of your people. You’ll know all about it next time you jack with her.”
Reza got up to go to the bathroom, so it was just the three of them: Julian, Amelia, and Marty.
“I’m very happy for you both,” Marty said, in a distant tone, as if he were talking about the weather.
Amelia just stared. “You . . . you have access to my string,” Julian said.
“Not directly, and not for the purpose of invading your privacy. We’ve been studying one of your people. So naturally I know a lot about you, secondhand, and so does Ray. Of course we will keep your secret for as long as you wish it to remain a secret.”