nt wants is to
develop a socio-economic system in which judgment produces a maximum
advantage."

Larry said, "What gets me is that you talk as though half the country was
all caught up in debating this Movement. But I haven't even heard of it,
neither has my department chief, nor any of my colleagues, so far as I
know. Why isn't anything about it in the papers or on the TriD?"

Sam said mildly, "As a matter of fact, I took in Mort Lenny's show the
other night and he made some cracks about it. But it's not the sort of
thing that's even meant to become popular with the man in the street. To
put it bluntly, Voss and his people aren't particularly keen about the
present conception of the democratic ideal. According to him, true
democracy can only be exercised by peers and society today isn't composed
of peers. If you have one hundred people, twenty of them competent,
intelligent persons, eighty of them untrained, incompetent and less than
intelligent, then it's ridiculous to have the eighty dictate to the
twenty."

Larry looked accusingly at his long-time friend. "You know, Sam, you sound
as though you approve of all this."

Sam said patiently, "I listen to it all, Larry my boy. I think Voss makes
a lot of sense. There's only one drawback."

"And that is?"

"How's he going to put it over? This social-label system the Movement
complains about was bad enough ten years ago. But look how much worse it
is today. It's a progressive thing. And, remember, it's to the benefit of
the incompetent. Since the incompetent predominates, you're going to have
a hard time starting up a system based on judgment and ability."

Larry thought about it for a moment.

Sam said, "Look, I'm working, Larry. Was there anything else?"

Larry said, "You wouldn't know where I could get hold of Voss, would you?"

"At his home, I imagine, or at the University."

"He's disappeared. We're looking for him."

Sam laughed. "Gone underground, eh? The old boy is getting romantic."

"Does he have any particular friends who might be putting him up?"

Sam thought about it. "There's Frank Nostrand. You know, that rocket
expert who was fired when he got in the big hassle with Senator McCord."

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When Sam Sokolski had flicked off, Larry stared at the vacant phone screen
for a long moment, assimilating what the other had told him. He was
astonished that an organization such as the Movement could ha