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"It's true that in the Spacer worlds the most important people usually get the best of what's going," said Ariel wryly. "Maybe Earth is actually more honest in admitting this. What kind of government does Earth have? Is it democratic, aristocratic, or what? Do the higher ratings run everything?"

"In answer to your last question, yes, to a degree. Earth is a democratic syndicalism, with elections to Parliament made from location--in the lower house--and from industry to the upper house, or senate. Elections are democratic in those areas, but most of the administration is by appointed officials, these being people who have passed certain tests and worked their way up from less important of-rices. Syndicalism means that industry--primarily the feeding, housing, and clothing of the population--dominates the government."

"I can see how that would be necessary," said Derec, watching the robot's big, clumsy hands proceed delicately at their task. "How many ratings are there, and what's the highest?"

"Currently there are twenty-one ratings. The rating A is usually considered the highest. It is rarely bestowed. Only ten million humans are in this rating category."

One out of ten, Derec thought automatically. Then he caught himself. No: on Aurora, or most of the Spacer worlds, ten million would be ten percent of the populace. But Earth had--

"What's the population of Earth, R. David?" Ariel asked,

having paralleled Derec's thought.

"Eight billion, Miss Avery."

Eight billion! They looked at each other. The population

of eighty Spacer worlds--and there were only fifty.

"Who is in the A rating? Government officials?"

"No, this rating is reserved for entrepreneurs who solve large problems, for inventors, heroic spacemen, and other adventurers. It may be conferred by popular acclaim, as in the case of certain beloved entertainers. Recipients of the A rating have many privileges, among them the right to adorn their doors with laurel."

A high honor, like the Medal of Aurora. Derec nodded;

the details--what was laurel?---didn't matter.

"What's the next lowest rating?"

"B rating is reserved for planetary and continental governmental officials, both elected and appointed. C refers to City officials. D is for industry officials. From there it becomes complex and not obvious. There are fifteen steps in each rating, the lowest being step one."

"So, what rate and step are you preparing for us?"

"I am preparing identification for T ratings, as I did for Dr. Avery, as I assume you will wish to remain anonymous as Spacers. It will certainly facilitate your investigations of Earthly society if you pass unremarked, and the T rating is the best for that purpose."

"What kind of people normally are assigned T ratings?" Ariel asked.

"The 'T' stands' for 'Transient.' Any person whose duties require him or her to travel may be assigned this rating, unless the rating itself allows of that eventuality, as do B ratings and many A ratings. Salesmen, for instance, may be rated D or T, but usually T, as D is assigned to administrative duties.

"In your cases," R. David continued, "I had considered assigning you S ratings--students--but I judged it not advisable, as students have certain restrictions, and I would be forced to specify a school."

Interesting as all this was, Derec found the hour it took to prepare the ID dragging. The tiny-roomed apartment, with only two rooms, was a prison more confining than any he had viewed in historical novels. Even the dungeons of the ancient times on Earth had seemed larger. The varying mechanical drone seemed to grow louder and louder until he was forced to speak, whereupon it faded at once to its actual low level.

It was the sound, he thought in some awe, of the City--a sound no Earthman could avoid, from birth to death. For they never went outside their Cities.

Finally, the ID was completed, and R. David explained the uses of the various pieces. "This is your ration tag for food; your home kitchen is 9-G. Personals are also assigned, but you may use any you see. Derec, take care not to speak to or look at anyone in Personal; there is a strong taboo for men on Earth. Ariel, women have no such taboo; you may speak in Personal. Your ratings do not grant you stall privileges. You must supply your own combs, brushes, and shaving equipment."

R. David droned on, provided them with a map of the local area. There was an attempt to put everything on the same level, they learned. Their quarters were low-status, and so they had to go up or down to Personals and commissar)'.