The Science Fiction Anthology. Филип Дик

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      Carrin felt a sudden glow of pride at that, thinking of the rows of identical houses, on this block and the next, and the one after that.

      “Now, then, is everything functioning properly?” Mr. Pathis asked, setting his briefcase on a chair. “Everything in order?”

      “Oh, yes,” Carrin said enthusiastically. “Avignon Electric never goes out of whack.”

      “The phone all right? Changes records for the full seventeen hours?”

      “It certainly does,” Carrin said. He hadn’t had a chance to try out the phone, but it was a beautiful piece of furniture.

      “The Solido-projector all right? Enjoying the programs?”

      “Absolutely perfect reception.” He had watched a program just last month, and it had been startlingly lifelike.

      “How about the kitchen? Auto-cook in order? Recipe-master still knocking ‘em out?”

      “Marvelous stuff. Simply marvelous.”

      Mr. Pathis went on to inquire about his refrigerator, his vacuum cleaner, his car, his helicopter, his subterranean swimming pool, and the hundreds of other items Carrin had bought from Avignon Electric.

      “Everything is swell,” Carrin said, a trifle untruthfully since he hadn’t unpacked every item yet. “Just wonderful.”

      “I’m so glad,” Mr. Pathis said, leaning back with a sigh of relief. “You have no idea how hard we try to satisfy our customers. If a product isn’t right, back it comes, no questions asked. We believe in pleasing our customers.”

      “I certainly appreciate it, Mr. Pathis.”

      CARRIN hoped the A. E. man wouldn’t ask to see the kitchen. He visualized the Castile Motors Bartender in there, like a porcupine in a dog show.

      “I’m proud to say that most of the people in this neighborhood buy from us,” Mr. Pathis was saying. “We’re a solid firm.”

      “Was Mr. Miller a customer of yours?” Carrin asked.

      “That fellow who killed himself?” Pathis frowned briefly. “He was, as a matter of fact. That amazed me, sir, absolutely amazed me. Why, just last month the fellow bought a brand-new Jet-lash from me, capable of doing three hundred and fifty miles an hour on a straightaway. He was as happy as a kid over it, and then to go and do a thing like that! Of course, the Jet-lash brought up his debt a little.”

      “Of course.”

      “But what did that matter? He had every luxury in the world. And then he went and hung himself.”

      “Hung himself?”

      “Yes,” Pathis said, the frown coming back. “Every modern convenience in his house, and he hung himself with a piece of rope. Probably unbalanced for a long time.”

      The frown slid off his face, and the customary smile replaced it. “But enough of that! Let’s talk about you.”

      The smile widened as Pathis opened his briefcase. “Now, then, your account. You owe us two hundred and three thousand dollars and twenty-nine cents, Mr. Carrin, as of your last purchase. Right?”

      “Right,” Carrin said, remembering the amount from his own papers. “Here’s my installment.”

      He handed Pathis an envelope, which the man checked and put in his pocket.

      “Fine. Now you know, Mr. Carrin, that you won’t live long enough to pay us the full two hundred thousand, don’t you?”

      “No, I don’t suppose I will,” Carrin said soberly.

      He was only thirty-nine, with a full hundred years of life before him, thanks to the marvels of medical science. But at a salary of three thousand a year, he still couldn’t pay it all off and have enough to support a family on at the same time.

      “Of course, we would not want to deprive you of necessities, which in any case is fully protected by the laws we helped formulate and pass. To say nothing of the terrific items that are coming out next year. Things you wouldn’t want to miss, sir!”

      Mr. Carrin nodded. Certainly he wanted new items.

      “Well, suppose we make the customary arrangement. If you will just sign over your son’s earnings for the first thirty years of his adult life, we can easily arrange credit for you.”

      MR. Pathis whipped the papers out of his briefcase and spread them in front of Carrin.

      “If you’ll just sign here, sir.”

      “Well,” Carrin said, “I’m not sure. I’d like to give the boy a start in life, not saddle him with—”

      “But my dear sir,” Pathis interposed, “this is for your son as well. He lives here, doesn’t he? He has a right to enjoy the luxuries, the marvels of science.”

      “Sure,” Carrin said. “Only—”

      “Why, sir, today the average man is living like a king. A hundred years ago the richest man in the world couldn’t buy what any ordinary citizen possesses at present. You mustn’t look upon it as a debt. It’s an investment.”

      “That’s true,” Carrin said dubiously.

      He thought about his son and his rocket ship models, his star charts, his maps. Would it be right? he asked himself.

      “What’s wrong?” Pathis asked cheerfully.

      “Well, I was just wondering,” Carrin said. “Signing over my son’s earnings—you don’t think I’m getting in a little too deep, do you?”

      “Too deep? My dear sir!” Pathis exploded into laughter. “Do you know Mellon down the block? Well, don’t say I said it, but he’s already mortgaged his grandchildren’s salary for their full life-expectancy! And he doesn’t have half the goods he’s made up his mind to own! We’ll work out something for him. Service to the customer is our job and we know it well.”

      Carrin wavered visibly.

      “And after you’re gone, sir, they’ll all belong to your son.”

      That was true, Carrin thought. His son would have all the marvelous things that filled the house. And after all, it was only thirty years out of a life expectancy of a hundred and fifty.

      He signed with a flourish.

      “Excellent!” Pathis said. “And by the way, has your home got an A. E. Master-operator?”

      It hadn’t. Pathis explained that a Master-operator was new this year, a stupendous advance in scientific engineering. It was designed to take over all the functions of housecleaning and cooking, without its owner having to lift a finger.

      “Instead of running around all day, pushing half a dozen different buttons, with the СКАЧАТЬ