Mr. Kiku had not made up his mind about the current Secretary, but was not now thinking about him. Instead he was looking over the top-sheet synopsis for Project Cerberus, a power proposal for the research station on Pluto. A reminder light on his desk flashed and he looked up to see the door between his office and that of the Secretary dilate. The Secretary
walked in, whistling Take Me Out to the Ball Game; Mr. Kiku did not recognize the tune.
He broke off. “Greetings, Henry. No, don’t get up.”
Mr. Kiku had not started to get up. “How do you do, Mr. Secretary? What can I do for you?”
“Nothing much, nothing much.” He paused by Mr. Kiku’s desk and picked up the project folder. “What are you swotting
now? Cerberus, eh? Henry, that’s an engineering matter. Why should we worry about it?”
“There are aspects,” Mr. Kiku answered carefully, “that concern us.”
“I suppose so. Budget and so forth.” His eye sought the bold-faced line reading: ESTIMATED COST: 3.5 megabucks
and 7.4 lives. “What’s this? I can’t go before the Council and ask them to approve this. It’s fantastic.”
“The first estimate,” Mr. Kiku said evenly, “was over eight megabucks and more than a hundred lives.”
“I don’t mind the money, but this other. . . You are in effect asking the Council to sign death warrants for seven and fourtenths men: You can’t do that, it isn’t human. Say, what the deuce is four-tenths of a man anyway? How can you kill a fraction of a man?”
“Mr. Secretary,” his subordinate answered patiently, “any project bigger than a schoolyard swing involves probable loss
of life. But that hazard factor is low; it means that working on Project Cerberus will be safer, on the average, than staying
Earthside. That’s my rule of thumb.”
“Eh?” The Secretary looked again at the synopsis. “Then why not say so? Put the thing in the best light and so forth?”
“This report is for my eyes. . . for our eyes, only. The report to the Council will emphasize safety precautions and will not
include an estimate of deaths-which, after all, is a guess.”
“Mmm, ‘a guess.’ Yes, of course.” The Secretary put the report down, seemed to lose interest.
-- R.A. Heinlein, The Star Beast
Related to this previous discussion, in anticipation of when it is revived later.
...wow. I want to read that book.