Farnham’s Freehold By Robert A. Heinlein

“Ponse, Hugh is right,” Joe said solemnly. “The possibilities are unlimited.”

Ponse pursed up his lips. “If we sold them for a bullock a deck, let us say . . . mmm-”

“Too much,” Joe ‘objected. “You would kill your market before you got started.”

Hugh said, “Joe, what’s that formula for setting a price to maximize profits rather than sales?”

“Works only in a monopoly.”

“Well? How is that done here? Patents and copyrights and such? I haven’t seen anything about it in what I’ve read.”

Joe looked troubled. “Hugh, the Chosen don’t use such a system, they don’t need to. Everything is pretty well worked out, things don’t change much.”

Hugh said, “That’s bad. Two weeks after we start, the market will be flooded with imitations.”

Ponse said, “What are you two jabbering about? Speak Language.” Hugh’s question had necessarily been in English; Joe had answered in English.

Joe said, “Sorry, Ponse,” and explained the ideas behind patent rights, copyright, and monopoly.

Ponse relaxed. “Oh, that’s simple. When a man gets an inspiration from Heaven, the Lord Proprietor forbids anyone else to use it without his let. Doesn’t happen often, I recall only two cases in my lifetime. But Mighty Uncle has been known to smile.”

Hugh was not surprised to learn how scarce invention was. It was a static culture, with most of what they called “science” in the hands of tempered slaves-and if patenting a new idea was that difficult, there would be little incentive to invent. “Would you say that this idea is an inspiration from Heaven?”

Ponse thought about it. “An inspiration is whatever Their Mercy, in Their wisdom, recognizes as an inspiration.” Suddenly he grinned. “In my opinion, anything that will stack bullocks in the Family coffers is an inspiration. The problem is to make the Proprietor see it. But there are ways. Keep talking.”

Joe said, “Hugh, the protection should extend not only over playing cards but over the games themselves.”

“Of course. If they don’t buy Their Charity’s cards, they must not play his games. Hard to stop, since anybody can fake a deck of cards. But the monopoly should make it illegal.”

“And not just cards like these, but any sort of playing cards. You could play bridge with cards just with numbers on them.”

“Yes.” Hugh pondered. “Joe, there was a Scrabble set in the shelter.”

“It’s still around. Ponse’s scientists saved everything. Hugh, I see what you’re driving at, but nobody here could learn Scrabble. You have to know English.”

“What’s to keep us from inventing Scrabble all over again- in Language? Let me set my staff to making a frequency count of the alphabet as it appears in Language and I’ll have a set of Scrabble, board and tiles and rules, suited to Language, the following day.”

“What in the name of Uncle is Scrabble?”

“It’s a game, Ponse. Quite a good one. But the point is that it’s a game that we can charge more for than we can for a deck of cards.” –

“That’s not all,” said Hugh. He began ticking on his fingers. “Parcheesi, Monopoly, backgammon, Old Maid for kids-call it something else-dominoes, anagrams, poker chips and racks, jigsaw puzzles-have you seen any?”

“No.”

“Good for young and old, and all degrees of difficulty. Tinker Toy. Dice-lots of games with dice. Joe, are there casinos here?”

“Of sorts. There are places to gamble and lots of private gambling.”

“Roulette wheels?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“It gets too big to think about. Ponse, you are going to have to sit up nights, counting your money.”

“Servants for such chores. I wish I knew what you two are talking about. May one ask?”

“Sorry, sir. Joe and I were talking about ancient games.. and not just games but all sorts of recreations that we used to have and have now been lost. At least I think they have been. Joe?”

“The only one I’ve seen that looks familiar is chess.”

“Chess would hold up if anything would. Ponse, the point is that every one of these things has money in it. Surely, you have games now. But these will be novelties. So old they are new again. Ping-Pong . . . bowling alleys! Joe, have you seen-”