He realized that he had been fuming away on the cigarette until the roof of his mouth was scorched, and snubbed it out angrily. “That’s a very different thing,” he said, “than knowing in a general way how an enemy is likely to behave, or what kind of children the Mendelian laws say a given couple should have. It means that we’ve some way of reading the future in minute detail. That’s in flat contradiction to everything I’ve been taught about probability, but I have to believe what I see.”
Krasna laughed. “That’s a very able presentation,” he said.
He seemed genuinely pleased. “I think you’ll remember that you were first impressed into the Service when you began to wonder why the news was always good. Fewer and fewer people wonder about that nowadays; it’s become a part of their expected environment.” He stood up and ran a hand through his hair. “Now you’ve carried yourself through the next stage. Congratulations, Jo. You’ve just been promoted!”
“I have?” Jo said incredulously. “I came in here with the notion that I might get myself fired.”
“No. Come around to this side of the desk, Jo, and I’ll play you a little history.” Krasna unfolded the desktop to expose a small visor screen. Obediently Jo rose and went around the desk to where he could see the blank surface.
“I had a standard indoctrination tape sent up to me a week ago, in the expectation that you’d be ready to see it. Watch.”
Krasna touched the board. A small dot of light appeared in the center of the screen and went out again. At the same time, there was a small beep of sound. Then the tape began to unroll and a picture clarified on the screen.