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CHAPTER 20
I looked around at the peaceful female bustle…and suddenly felt very； very tired。 My side hurt and I felt sure that a couple of ribs were broken。 I sipped the wine but it didn't help。 What I really needed was a couple of Blast…off pills to restore me to something resembling life。 In my pack
〃My pack！〃 I shouted hoarsely。 〃My equipment； everything。 Those masculine momsers have all our gear！〃
〃Not quite；〃 Mata said in soothing tones。 〃As soon as you left we saw to it that the porter； Veldi； was rendered unconscious and both your packs are here now。 Your associate Steengo's equipment was not in your residence so we can assume that it is now in the possession of Iron John or his associates。〃
〃Not good。〃 I worried a fingernail with my incisors。 〃There are things there they shouldn't see 。 。 。〃
〃Might I interrupt；〃 Tremearne's voice spoke through my jaw…a…phone。 〃I was waiting until things quieted down to tell you。 Steengo's pack as safe。〃
〃You have it？〃
〃Rather I should have said ‘made safe。' All of your packs are boobytrapped with a canister of rotgrot。 Which； when released by a coded radio signal； causes the contents of the pack to instantly decay to their ponent molecules。〃
〃Nice to known。 A lot of secrets are being revealed of late； aren't they？〃
There was no response from my jaw。 I held out my wine glass for a refill。 〃Some simple answers ； to some simple questions； if you please。〃 My anger had been blasted by fatigue； excoriated by fear of imminent death。 Mata nodded in response。
〃Good。 On a historical note…how e guys over there； girls here？〃
〃A union of convenience；〃 Mata said。 〃Many years ago our foremothers were forcefully relocated to this planet。 This inadvertent transplantation had a sobering effect on them。 Whatever excesses of zeal they had displayed on other worlds were not repeated here。 Peace； cool…reasoning and logic prevailed。 We became then as you see us now。〃
〃Women；〃 I said。 〃A society of women。〃
〃That is correct。 Life here was a running battle for a good long time； or so it is written。 The Fundamentaloids tried to convert us； while our next door neighbors tried to wipe us out。 The inferior sex they called us； a threat to their existence。 When we first came to this planet we found that those macho crazies were already well established。 Our group was forced to spend a good deal of effort just staying clear of them。 This was time and energy wasted； our founding mothers decided； so they sought for ways to bring about peace。 Eventually they convinced the male ruling clique that they could prosper by utilizing their energy in a more positive manner。 It was a pletely selfish appeal； arranging ways for the males on top in their society to stay on top； while providing absolute control of the rest of the men。〃
〃Sounds pretty terrible；〃 Madonette said。 〃Turning all those men into slaves。〃
〃Never say slaves！ Willing collaborators is more like it。 We showed those in charge； and in particular the one now called Iron John； how much easier it would be to rule by brain rather than muscle。 We demonstrated to their satisfaction how a great deal more could be acplished。 With our intelligence and knowledge of science； and their muscles； two separate societies were born。 In the beginning there was much hatred and clashes between the groups。 This died away when it was decided that only the male leaders knew of our existence。 This suited the leaders to perfection。〃
〃That was when the two cities were built…and the wall？〃
〃Correct。 This planet is rich in red clay and fossil fuel so the males soon became manic brick makers。 After we showed them how to build kilns； of course。 There were contests to see who could mold the most bricks； or fire the greatest number； or carry the most。 The champion was named brickie of the month and achieved great renown。 This went on until you couldn't see the trees for the mountains of bricks。 We quickly researched brick laying in our data bases and put the men to work on that。〃
She sipped her wine delicately and waved her hand in a circle。 〃Here are the results…and quite attractive they are too。 While our physical scientists were sorting the males out this way； our cultural engineers were looking at the sloppy mucho … macho theories that had been keeping them going up to this point。 The Iron Hans myth was only a part of their pantheon。 We simplified and altered it。 Then used genetic biology to modify the physical structure of their leader； so he is as you see him now。 At first he was grateful； although gratitude has long since vanished。〃
〃How long？〃
〃Hundreds of years。 Cellular longevity was part of the treatment。〃
I was beginning to catch on。 〃And I'll bet that you remember this firsthand…since you and the other lady leaders have had the same treatments？〃
She nodded； pleased。 〃Very adroit； James。 Yes； the authorities on both sides of the wall have had the treatments。 This makes for continuity of leadership…〃
〃And the need for secrecy of each other's existence that keeps the powerful in power？〃
Mata shook her head in wonder。 〃You are indeed most perspicacious。 How I wish you were in charge next door rather than that hairy halfwit。〃
〃Thanks for the job offer…but no thanks。 So the men beyond the wall don't know that you women are here。 The same must be true of your women…〃
〃Not at all。 They know about the males…and just don't care。 We have a plete and satisfactory society。 Childbearing for those who wish it； a fulfilling intellectual life for all。〃
〃And religion？ Do you have a female equivalent of Iron John？〃
She laughed merrily at the thought； as did all the other women who were listening to our conversation。 Even Marionette was smiling until she saw my glare； turned away。
〃That's it；〃 I snapped。 〃Enjoy yourself。 And when you are through； if you ever are； you might kindly let me know the joke。〃
〃I am sorry； James；〃 Mata said； laughter gone and really quite serious。 〃We were being rude and I apologize。 The answer to your question is a simple one。 Women don't need myths to justify their femininity。 All of the myths about Iron Hans； Iron John； Barbarossa； Merlin and other mythological men with their salvation myths are all purely male。 Just think about it。 I am not making a value judgment； just an observation。 Such as the observation that men are basically bative； confrontational； insecure and unstable…and appear to need these myths to justify their existence。〃
There was a lot to argue with there； maybe not a lot but some。 A good deal of jumping…to…conclusions and more than a bit of rationalization。 I sidestepped for the moment； until I knew more about how this society ticked。 I raised a finger。
〃Nov； let me see if I have this straight。 You ladies have a fortable existence on this side of the wall。 You provide the scientific backup to the males on the other side。 To keep them chuntering along in their locker…room paradise。 Correct？〃
〃Among other things。 That is basically correct。〃
〃Dare I ask what they supply in return？〃
〃Very little； if the truth be known。 Fresh meat from the nomads。 Who not only won't trade with us but now heartily deny our existence； though they secretly would love to wipe us out。 Then there is an occasional supply of sperm to top up our cryogenic sperm bank。 Little else。 We watch them and keep them going mostly by habit…and for our own safety。 If the man in the street doesn't know that we exist he can't cause us any trouble。 The men also get a lot of pleasure in bashing the nomads when they start bothering us。 Altogether a satisfactory relationship。〃
〃It certainly sounds that way。〃 I finished the glass of wine and realized that I was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol。 Which was better than feeling the bruises and sore ribs。 Which should be looked at soon…but not too soon。 The unfolding drama of cultural mish…mash was just too interesting。 〃If you please…a question or two before we call in the medics。 First is the most important question。 You mention sperm banks so I assume that pregnancy and motherhood still exist？〃
〃They certainly do！ We would never consider depriving women of their hormonal； psychological and physical rights。 Those who wish to bee mothers be
