meant anything to me.
“As the major said, you mustn’t let these figures lull you into complacency. The enemy is also headed for Sade-138; we may all get there the same day. The mathematics of the situation is complicated, but take our word for it; it’s going to be a close race.
“Major, do you have anything more for them?”
I started to rise. “Well…”
“Tench-hut!” Hilleboe shouted. Had to learn to expect that.
“Only that I’d like to meet with my senior officers, echelon 4 and above, for a few minutes. Platoon sergeants, you’re responsible for getting your troops to Staging Area 67 at 04:00 tomorrow morning. Your time’s your own until then. Dismissed.”
~~~
I invited the five officers up to my billet and brought out a bottle of real French brandy. It had cost two months’ pay, but what else could I do with the money? Invest it?
I passed around glasses but Alsever, the doctor, demurred. Instead she broke a little capsule under her nose and inhaled deeply. Then tried without too much success to mask her euphoric expression.
“First let’s get down to one basic personnel problem,” I said, pouring. “Do all of you know that I’m not homosexual?”
Mixed chorus of yes sirs and no sirs.
“Do you think this is going to…complicate my situation as commander? As far as the rank and file?”
“Sir, I don’t—” Moore began.
“No need for honorifics,” I said, “not in this closed circle; I was a private four years ago, in my own time frame. When there aren’t any troops around, I’m just Mandella, or William.” I had a feeling that was a mistake even as I was saying it. “Go on.”
“Well, William,” he continued, “it might have been a problem a hundred years ago. You know how people felt then.”
“Actually, I don’t. All I know about the period from the twenty-first century to the present is military history.”
“Oh. Well, it was, uh, it was, how to say it?” His hands fluttered.
“It was a crime,” Alsever said laconically. “That was when the Eugenics Council was first getting people used to the idea of universal homosex.”
“Eugenics Council?”
“Part of UNEF. Only has authority on Earth.” She took a deep sniff at the empty capsule. “The idea was to keep people from making babies the biological way. Because, A, people showed a regrettable lack of sense in choosing their genetic partner. And B, the Council saw that racial differences had an unnecessarily divisive effect on humanity; with total control over births, they could make everybody the same race in a few generations.”
I didn’t know they had gone quite that far. But I suppose it was logical. “You approve? As a doctor.”
“As a doctor? I’m not sure.” She took another capsule from her pocket and rolled it between thumb and forefinger, staring at nothing. Or something the rest of us couldn’t see. “In a way, it makes my job simpler. A lot of diseases simply no longer exist. But I don’t think they know as much about genetics as they think they do. It’s not an exact science; they could be doing something very wrong, and the results wouldn’t show up for centuries.”
She cracked the capsule under her nose and took two deep breaths. “As a woman, though, I’m all in favor of it.” Hilleboe and Rusk nodded vigorously.
“Not having to go through childbirth?”
“That’s part of it.” She crossed her eyes comically, looking at the capsule, gave it a final sniff. “Mostly, though, it’s not…having to…have a man. Inside me. You understand. It’s disgusting.”
Moore laughed. “If you haven’t tried it, Diana, don’t—”
“Oh, shut up.” She threw the empty capsule at him playfully.
“But it’s perfectly natural,” I protested.
“So is swinging through trees. Digging for roots with a blunt stick. Progress, my good major; progress.”
“Anyway,” Moore said, “it was only a crime for a short period. Then it was considered a, oh, curable…”
“Dysfunction,” Alsever said.
“Thank you. And now, well, it’s so rare…I doubt that any of the men and women have any strong feelings about it, one way or the other.”
“Just an eccentricity,” Diana said, magnanimously. “Not as if you ate babies.”
“That’s right, Mandella,” Hilleboe said. “I don’t feel any differently toward you because of it.”
“I—I’m glad.” That was just great. It was dawning on me that I had not the slightest idea of how to conduct myself socially. So much of my “normal” behavior was based on a complex unspoken code of sexual etiquette. Was I suppose to treat the men like women, and vice versa? Or treat everybody like brothers and sisters? It was