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                         THE ABANDONED OF YAN

                          BY DONALD F. DALEY

                   The Abandoned have neither rights
                  nor hopes. They only have revenge!

           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
               Worlds of If Science Fiction, March 1963.
         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]


After her husband left her, Marigold filed a protection-request form
and an availability form.

She did not do this immediately. She stayed up for the better part of
the night, hoping that he would come back. She could not bring herself
to believe that he would really walk out on her and leave her available
for confiscation, or for the slavery pool. She also thought for quite a
while about the possibility of somehow getting back to Earth, where she
would not be available for either.

She even went to the fantastic expense of televiewing there to talk
with her father and mother. They had been shocked and unfriendly. They
had said good-by with a finality which left little room for doubt as
to what they thought of an Abandoned. They had never had one in their
family, they had pointed out, neither of them, and they did not intend
to have one in their family now. They had warned her that they intended
to report the call to the Beta III Protection People.

This did not worry her much. The call almost certainly had been
monitored anyway. If they wanted to go to the considerable extra
expense of reporting it, in order to impress the Protection People with
their loyalty, that was their own lookout. She understood that, now,
she had no family. She thought for a moment of going up-ramp to say
good-by to the children, but she knew that this would not help.

Besides, it was illegal. They were no longer hers. She was an Abandoned.

She had never known what a tremendously harrowing experience
filling out an availability form could be. Name, age, Sector, race,
size-classification, beauty-index, fertility tests, personality scores,
aptitudes, psyche-rating and so on, and so on and so on. It was like
undressing for an auction. The protection-request form was much
simpler, except for that one question: STATUS? Her hand shook almost
uncontrollably as she wrote. _Abandoned._

After that she did not know what to do. She had stood for nearly twenty
minutes before the document file, listening, thinking desperately that
he would come back; that if she only waited a few minutes more he would
come back. She had made herself refreshment. She had sat with the
filled-out documents on her lap looking, from time to time, longingly
at the entrance-ramp. But he had not come back. Finally, with a low
moaning sound, she had pushed the papers through the document file
slot. She made the deadline by a scant three minutes.

Now she knew that whatever else happened, the Protection People would
be there in the morning to pick up the children. She knew that it could
show in her favor if she were to get together the things they would
need to take with them. She could do this without seeing them and
without talking to them, which was forbidden, but she could not bring
herself to move.

The red light on the atmosphere control blinked warningly. Soon it
would let out a piercing scream. She was tempted to just let it.
Another of Clytia's suns must have set. She found that she had no sense
of time. She had only the conviction that this would be her last night.
The last night that mattered to her at all. She wanted it to be a long
one. She had adjusted the atmoset. She had done this every night for
the seven years of their marriage. She began to sob uncontrollably. She
took her Status Married card and tore it in half. Then she held the
halves to her cheeks, her face wet and wretched between them.

       *       *       *       *       *

After a while she dialed the credit balance at her account. The figures
came back indicating a balance of 1300. He had left her quite a lot,
when you considered that she had televiewed to Earth. She cried hard
again because she knew that he had not had to leave her anything at
all. This made her certain (although she had known it already) that he
was not coming back.

She sat for quite a while studying the 1300 credit indicator.
She thought about using the money to buy a "pick-up-immediately
advertisement" on the omnivision. She was not sure of the rates, but
she thought the amount might even stretch to include a picture of
her. She did not know. She did not even know if she would be expected
to be nude or dressed for the picture. In the end, she decided not to
try an advertisement because there would not be time enough to employ
a reply-receiving address. All that would be accomplished would be to
put every predator within miles in possession of the address of an
Abandoned.

She took a dictator and said into it: "Dear children, I am leaving you
1300 credit." She stopped then and shook her head. The tears made it
so that she could not see, and she did not seem to be able to think.
"Correction," she sobbed "Erase preceding. Dear Children of Yan, I make
you this gift of 1300. I am sure that your excellence will continue to
deserve much more than so small a gift. I send love with this small
gift."

There could, of course, be no signature. An Abandoned had none.

She wished that she had not made the Earth call. There would have been
much more to leave them then. He had left an astonishing amount in her
account. It was almost as though he had expected her to try to get
away. She wished now that she had thought before taking action. There
might have been some way out.

She must have fallen asleep. The morning announcements came on as
usual, waking her. She listened to the instructions for that day, and
the areas announced as forbidden. She made no effort, however, to
indicate them on the day-map. She knew that, now, none of this applied
to her.

With a very great effort she got up and shut off the children's ramp,
so that they could not come down. She knew how much this would count in
her favor. Then she began, as hurriedly as she could, to collect the
things they would need. She knew that she could not possibly get the
things together in time, and that so late an effort was more likely
to count against her. She was not even close to finished when the
announcer flashed on.

Without asking who it was, she pressed the admitter. She was glad that
they had troubled to announce themselves.

She offered to go into another room while they removed the children.
They did not answer. One of them threw a sack over her. After a
moment, they took it off again and, rather apologetically, asked her
to indicate where the child-ramp control was. She showed them. Their
leader said that perhaps it would be all right for her to go into
another room if one of them went with her. When she saw the one chosen,
she put the sack back on herself. They laughed so hard at this that she
did not hear the children leave.

       *       *       *       *       *

When the children had been taken out, the leader came back and removed
the sack from around her. He asked if she had applied for protection.
She showed her card.

"Well, that's too bad," he said. "Do you have any refreshment left?"

She did not dare to lie to him. She showed him. He helped himself.

"How about credits?" he asked.

"I gave it all to the ones who were here," she answered carefully. She
felt quick panic because she remembered that she had not so instructed
her account. She had merely dictated it to the children. If he didn't
find out, though, that would be all right. The dictation was proof
enough. But while she was still in this house, the credits were still
in her control.

"My credit indicator is here," she said, holding it out. He didn't take
it.

"Thanks for the refreshment," he said, getting up. "Make yourself
comfortable. The others will be here shortly."

She had nothing to do to make herself ready. She could not take
anything from this house. Sometimes they let you wear what you were
wearing, if it did not look as though you had put on your best things.
They did not always allow it, but they did sometimes. She remembered
that she had expressed strong disapproval of that to Yan, when they
were newly married. Then they both felt the same way about Abandoneds.

She indicated to her account how she wanted the 1300 disposed. Then she
waited. After a while, the Protection People came and led her out of
the house. They did not touch her or speak to her, they merely formed
a square in the center of which she walked. They led her to a records
room where an interview apparatus prepared a report on her.

"You have filed availability papers?" it asked.

"Yes," she said, and gave the file number.

"This is being checked," the apparatus said. "Have you any claims upon
the State?"

She came very close to mentioning the children. "None," she said in
a very small voice. It was difficult to remember that the interview
apparatus was not at all sensitive.

"Have you credits in your possession?" the machine asked.

"None," she said.

"You are eligible for exclusion from the slave classification in what
way?" That part of the recording seemed a bit worn. At least she did
not hear it very well.

"In no way," she replied.

"You will wait," said the machine, "until we have a report on the
availability petition which you have filed. Please take a seat."

       *       *       *       *       *

There were no seats. This was an older machine which they had not
bothered to replace, or even to correct. She stood in horror as the
long minutes passed.

Her number was finally called.

"I am here," she said as the machine hummed, and she gave her number.

"Your availability petition has been taken up," said the machine. "You
are however to receive twenty-eight demerits for disposing of 6300
credit after having been abandoned. Do you accept?"

"I accept," she said. She was so dizzy that she could hardly stand. The
machine whirred and produced a reception-area card. She read it, and
walked as in a daze to the indicated reception area. Yan waited for her
there.

"You look terrible," he said as he put his arm around her. "I'm sorry.
You made me do this to you. I didn't want to. It's all over now, don't
cry."

She thought that she was going to faint.

"Thank you for receiving me," she said, according to the formula. "I am
the Abandoned of Yan, of the Estate...."

"Stop it!" he said. "I know who you are! Stop it!"

"Do you have children at your estate?" She asked it as one asks a
polite, social question.

"They'll be there when we get home," he said. "Don't do this. I didn't
know it would hurt that much. I wouldn't have done it if I had. They're
your children again now." He held her shoulders as he looked at her.

"I came to you with twenty-eight demerits," she said. "Shall I work
them off before I come to your estate?"

"Please, stop it!" he said. "They were paid when you accepted. I waited
here all night. No one else could have claimed you. Please, come on
home now?" He handed her a brand-new wife-status card.

"Thank you," she said. "I shall try to deserve the opportunity which
you restore to me." He smiled as she recited the formula and took his
arm. Yet he did not look as if he felt like smiling.

"Come home," he said. "Come home now. I'll not hurt you again." He led
her back to their estate.

That night, feeling entirely justified, she abandoned him.

       *       *       *       *       *

"Mommy," the children shouted. They ran to her and hugged her. They had
missed her, and had resented the disturbance in their routine. "Mommy!"
They danced and shouted, "Mommy! Mommy, Mommy!"

When it was their bed time, he left her alone with them. He said good
night to them himself, kissed them and squeezed her shoulder. "It's
good to have you home again!" he said. His eyes filled with tears and
he hurried from the room.

"Tell us a story, Mommy." It was the custom of the household.

There were tears in her eyes and her voice trembled a little, but she
said in what seemed to them a perfect narrative style:

"Once upon a time there were two very good and loving children who
found that it was their duty to denounce their father to the state and
to see him publicly flogged to death. You must listen very carefully to
this," she said, "both of you.

"At first, they thought that this was a very sad duty...."