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Recounting the Binary Neeks

          “How,  therefore,  can  we,  as  officers  of  the  enlightened
        Protectorate  of  the  Known  Universe,  optimize  the  effects  of  our
        coming into contact with the cultures of  alien  beings  on  far-distant
        worlds? Can  we  ever  hope  to  integrate  them  into  a  trans-galactic
        federation and make them responsible members of our collectivity?
        We  must:  this  is  our  task,  at  least  in  part.  Others  may  stress  the
        economic and military aspects of our mission, but we should never
        forget that it falls upon our shoulders to enlighten all beings in the
        Known  Universe,  so  that  they  understand  actual  status  and  true
        potential. I wish you luck in your assignments and hope one day to
        be with you in the field. Thank you.”
          “Yes,”  said  Captain  Kaga  slowly,  “I  recall  the  man—and  his
        ideas— quite well, indeed. I wonder where he is now.”
          “I can tell you that,” said Lugo, continuing to pace. “He’s retired
        now. But before he left the service, he got his wish to see active duty.
        He was the last PKU representative here before me; his tour lasted
        three years.”
          Kaga sat speechless for a few moments as the implications of these
        words worked out in his mind. Then he cried, “Oh, no! What did he
        do here?”
          “Before I give you all the details, Captain, let me explain why I feel
        we must solve this without word getting back to GHQ. If it became
        known how badly Snempfar botched things here, it would  be very
        hard  on  him.  He’d  have  to  appear  before  various  commissions  of
        inquiry, and probably be reprimanded. Of course, since he’s retired,
        he can’t officially be punished. But it would be terribly unfair after
        serving the PKU loyally for so many years. Some reward that would
        be! We can’t let it happen.”
          “I quite agree with you, Lugo. But if we fail, all three of us will get
        it in the neck. Now fill me in on what’s happened.”
          Lugo finally sat down at his desk. “How much do you know about
        the Neeks?”
          “The Neeks?” asked Kaga.
          “Oh, it’s just a nickname for the locals: the Binary Neeks. Short for
        ‘unique,’  because  each  of  them  has  a  unique  identity,  although  it’s
        only  a  number.  We’ve  also  had  to  give  them  individual  names,
        because the numbers are always changing. We have contact only with
        the  upper  ranks,  so  this  hasn’t  been  difficult:  the  Neeks  all  have
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