Jed Cochrane tried to be cynical as the helicab hummed softly through the night over the city. The cab flew at two thousand feet, where lighted buildings seemed to soar toward it from the canyons which were streets. There were lights and people everywhere, and Cochrane sardonically reminded himself that he was no better than anybody else, only he’d been trying to keep from realizing it. He looked down at the trees and shrubbery on the roof-tops, and at a dance that was going on atop one of the tallest buildings. All roofs were recreation-spaces nowadays. They were the only spaces available. When you looked down at a city like this, you had cynical thoughts. Fourteen million people in this city. Ten million in that. Eight in another and ten in another still, and twelve million in yet another ... Big cities. Swarming millions of people, all desperately anxious—so Cochrane realized bitterly—all desperately anxious about their jobs and keeping them.
“Even as me and I,” said Cochrane harshly to himself. “Sure! I’m shaking in my shoes right along with the rest of them!”
But it hurt to realize that he’d been kidding himself. He’d thought he was important. Important, at least, to the advertising firm of Kursten, Kasten, Hopkins and Fallowe. But right now he was on the way—like a common legman—to take the moon-rocket to Lunar City, and he’d been informed of it just thirty minutes ago. Then he’d been told casually to get to the rocket-port right away. His secretary and two technical men and a writer were taking the same rocket. He’d get his instructions from Dr. William Holden on the way...
“Even as me and I,” said Cochrane harshly to himself. “Sure! I’m shaking in my shoes right along with the rest of them!”
But it hurt to realize that he’d been kidding himself. He’d thought he was important. Important, at least, to the advertising firm of Kursten, Kasten, Hopkins and Fallowe. But right now he was on the way—like a common legman—to take the moon-rocket to Lunar City, and he’d been informed of it just thirty minutes ago. Then he’d been told casually to get to the rocket-port right away. His secretary and two technical men and a writer were taking the same rocket. He’d get his instructions from Dr. William Holden on the way...
