So theft did not disappear. Nor did thwarted lovers, or brooding victims, or simple psychopaths who tried to heal their grievances by means of rape, assault, or murder.
An earlier age took care of such people either by caging them in penitentiaries (but the prisons turned out to be mere finishing schools for crime) or turning them over to the executioner (but was murder any less premeditated murder simply because it was the state that was doing it?).
The Age of Gold had better ways. They were less revengeful, and maybe less satisfying to some of the punishment-minded. But they worked. Society was at last fully protected from its renegades. If there were still prisons (and there were), they were manned by computer-driven robot guards who neither slept nor took bribes. Better than prisons, there were planets of exile, where severe offenders could be deported. A criminal dropped on a low-tech planet
could probably feed himself and continue to live, but there was no way he could ever build himself an interstellar spaceship to get back to civilization.
And for the worst cases, there was HereAfter.
Their minds faithfully reproduced in machine storage, their bodies no longer mattered. They could be disposed of without a qualm. It was capital punishment without its depressingly final aspects. After the sentence was carried out, the criminals weren't dead. They were still alive-after a fashion, anyway-but they were rendered permanently harmless. From that sort of prison no one ever was paroled, and no one could ever manage to escape.
All it required in order to make all these things happen, given the knowledge of the devices themselves, was energy.
There, too, the Heechee came through. The secret of Heechee power generation came out of study of the core of the Food Factory; and it was cold fusion. It was the same compression of two atoms of hydrogen into one of helium that went on in the core of any star, but not at those same temperatures. The output heat of the reaction came at about 900 Celsius-a nearly ideal temperature for generating electricity-and the process was safe.
So the power was there. It was cheap. And it put ten thousand fuel-burning power plants out of business, so that the carbon-dioxide greenhouse warmup of the Earth came to a halt, and the pollution of Earth's air stopped overnight. Small vehicles burned hydrogen or ran by flywheel kinetic-energy storage. Everything else took its power off the grids.
Things were really getting to be very nice on Earth, because human technology hadn't stopped, either.
For not everything in mankind's flowering of science and technology was a gift from the Heechee. There were computers, for instance.
Human computers were intrinsically better and more advanced than those of the Heechee, because the Heechee had never gone the adding-machine-to-mainframe route. Their methods of dealing with data handling were quite different, and in some ways not as good. Once the human scientists had begun to figure ways of adding Heechee refinements to the already powerful human machines, there was an explosion of knowledge that sparked new technologies in every part of human life.
Quantum-effect devices had long since replaced the clumsy doped silicon microchips, and so computers had become orders of magnitude faster and better. No one had to tap out a program on a keypad any more. He told the computer what he wanted done, and the computer did it. If the instructions were inadequate, the computer asked the right questions to clear it up-it was face-to-face communication, a machine-generated hologram speaking to its flesh-and-blood master.
Heechee food and Heechee power ... human computers Heechee biochemistry allied to human medicine
The human world at last allowed true humanity to every persoh who lived on it. And if, even so, any human wanted more, there was a whole galaxy waiting for him that was now within his reach.
There remained the burning and never-forgotten question of the Heechee themselves.
They were elusive. Their works were everywhere, but no one had ever seen a living Heechee, though every last Gateway explorer had wanted to look, and almost every human on Earth dreamed (or had nightmares) of what they would be like when found.
Arguments raged. Answers were scarce. The prevailing theory was that somehow, in some tragic way, the Heechee had died off. Perhaps they had killed themselves in a catastrophic war. Perhaps they had, for reasons not known, emigrated to a distant galaxy.
Perhaps they had suffered a universal plague-or reverted to barbarism-or simply decided that they no longer wanted to bother with traveling through interstellar space.
What everyone agreed on, at last, was that the Heechee were gone.
And that was just where everyone was very wrong.
It was not true that the Heechee had died. Certainly not as a race, and, funnily enough, in an astonishing number of cases they hadn't even died as individuals.
