"Hi," Allen said.

Mrs. Hoyt said: "This unworthy is. I'm ashamed of you, Mr. Purcell. I really am."

"I'll make a note of that," Allen said. "What else?"

"Would you have the decency to tell us what you're doing?" Sue Frost demanded in a low, choked voice. She held up a newspaper. " ‘Active assimilation.' What in the name of heaven is this? Have you all completely lost your minds?"

"We have," Allen admitted. "But I don't see that it matters."

"It's a fabrication, isn't it?" Sue Frost accused. "You're inventing it all. This is some sort of horrible prank. If I didn't know better I'd say you had a hand in the japery of Major Streiter's statue; I'd say you're involved in this whole outbreak of anarchistic and savage lawlessness."

Her choice of words showed the potency of the campaign. It made him feel odd to hear her speaking right out of the plug.

"Now look," Mrs. Hoyt said presently, in a tone of forced amiability. "If you'll resign we'll see that you regain your lease. You'll be able to continue your Agency; you'll be exactly where you were. We'll prepare a guarantee, written, that Telemedia will buy from you." She hesitated. "And we'll undertake to expose Blake-Moffet for their part in the frame-up."

Allen said: "Now I know I'm on the right track. And try to watch TV tonight; you'll get the full story on ‘active assimilation.' "

Re-entering the building he halted to watch the blue Getabout steam away. Their offer had genuinely surprised him. It was amazing how much moral righteousness the breath of scandal could blow down. He ascended by the elevator and joined the group waiting in his office.

"Almost time," Sugermann said, consulting his watch. "Five more minutes."

"At a rough guess," Gleeby said, "dominos representing seventy percent of the population will be watching. We should achieve an almost perfect saturation on this single airing."

From a suitcase Gates produced two fifths of Scotch whiskey. "To celebrate," he said, opening both. "Somebody get glasses. Or we can pass them around."

The phone rang, and Allen answered it.

"Hello, Allen," Myron Mavis' creaky voice came. "How're things going?"

"Absolutely perfect," Allen answered. "Want to stop by and join us?"

"Sorry. Can't. I'm bogged down in leaving. All my stuff to get packed for the trip to Sirius."

"Try to catch the projection tonight," Allen said. "It starts in a couple of minutes."

"How's Janet?"

"Seems to be feeling pretty fair. She's glad it's out in the open." He added,"[sic] She's watching at the apartment."

"Say hello to her," Mavis said. "And good luck on your lunacy."

"Thanks," Allen said. He said goodbye and hung up.

"Time," Sugermann said. Gates turned on the big TV receiver and they gathered around it. "Here we go."

"Here we go," Allen agreed.

Mrs. Georgina Birmingham placed her favorite chair before her television set and anticipated her favorite program, "The Pageant of Time." She was tired from the hectic activities of the day, but a deep spiritual residuum reminded her that work and sacrifice were their own reward.

On the screen was an inter-program announcement. A large decayed tooth was shown, grimacing with pain. Next to it a sparkling healthy tooth jeered sanctimoniously. The two teeth engaged in Socratic dialogue, the upshot of which was the rout and defeat of the bad tooth.

Mrs. Birmingham gladly endured the inter-program announcements because they were in a good cause. And the program, "Pageant of Time," was well worth any reasonable effort. She always hurried home early on Monday evening; in ten years she hadn't missed an edition.

A shower of brightly-colored fireworks burst across the screen, and from the speaker issued the rumble of guns. A jagged, slashing line of words cut through the blur of war:

THE PAGEANT OF TIME

Her program had begun. Folding her arms, leaning her head back, Mrs. Birmingham now found herself viewing a table at which sat four dignified gentlemen. A discussion was in progress, and dim words were audible. Over them was superimposed the announcer's voice.

"Pageant of Time. Ladies and gentlemen, at this table sit four men, each a distinguished authority in his field. They had come together to discuss an issue vital to every citizen of the Morec society. In view of the unusual importance of this program there will be no interruptions, and the discussion, which is already in progress, will proceed without pause until the end of the hour. Our topic for tonight..." Visible words grew on the screen.

ACTIVE ASSIMILATION IN THE WORLD TODAY

Mrs. Birmingham was delighted. She had been hearing about active assimilation for some time, and this was her opportunity to learn once and for all what it was. Her lack of information had made her feel out of touch.

"Seated at my right is Doctor Joseph Gleeby, the noted educator, lecturer, writer of numerous books on problems of social values." A lean middle-aged man, smoking a pipe and rubbing his ear, was shown. "To Doctor Gleeby's right is Mr. Harold Priar, art critic, architect, frequent contributor to the Encyclopedia Britannica." A smaller individual was shown, with an intense, serious face. "Seated next to Mr. Priar is Professor Sugermann, whose historical studies rank with those of Gibbon, Schiller, Toynbee. We are very fortunate to have Professor Sugermann with us." The camera moved forth to show Professor Sugermann's heavy, solemn features. "And next to Professor Suggermann sits Mr. Thomas L. Gates, lawyer, civic leader, consultant to the Committee for a number of years."

Now the moderator appeared, and Mrs. Birmingham found herself facing Allen Purcell.

"And I," Mr., Purcell said, "am Allen Purcell, Director of Telemedia." He seated himself at the end of the table, by the water pitcher. "Shall we begin, gentlemen, with a few words about the etymology of active assimilation? Just how did Major Streiter develop the policy that was to prove so effective in his dealings with opposition groups?"

"Well, Mr. Purcell," Professor Sugermann began, coughing importantly and fingering his chin, "the Major had many opportunities to see first-hand the ravages of war on principally agricultural and food-producing areas, such as the livestock regions of the West, the wheat fields of Kansas, the dairy industry of New England. These were all but wiped out, and naturally, as we all know, there was intensive deprivation if not actual starvation. This contributed to a decline of over-all productivity affecting industrial reconstruction. And during this period, of course, com- munications broke down; areas were cut off; anarchy was common."

"In that connection," Doctor Gleeby put in, "many of the problems of decline of moral standards inherent in the Age of Waste were vastly intensified by this collapse of what little government there was."

"Yes indeed," Professor Sugermann agreed. "So in following this historic pattern, Major Streiter saw the need of finding new sources of food... and the soil, as we know, was excessively impregnated with toxic metals, poisons, ash. Most domestic herds had died off." He gazed upward. "I believe by 1975 there were less than three hundred head of cattle in North America."

"That sounds right," Mr. Purcell said agreeably.

"So," Professor Sugermann continued, "Moral Reclaimers as they operated in the field in the form of teams—" He gestured. "More or less autonomous units; we're familiar with the technique... . Encountered a virtually insoluble problem, that of feeding and caring for the numbers of persons coming across from hostile groups operating in the same area. In that connection I might add that Major Streiter seems to have foreseen long in advance the continual decline of animal husbandry that was to occur during the next decade. He took steps to anticipate the decline, and of course historians have made a big point of the aptness of those steps."