The Little Green Book of Chairman Rahma by Brian Herbert Read Free Book Online

deep-seated anarchist violence in her that both excited and terrified him. She was like a wild thing from the deep woods—a creature that could never really be civilized and did not belong here. She only tolerated civilization, only tolerated him , and would ultimately break free.
    â€œWhat is it?” she asked.
    â€œI was just thinking about you,” he said, with a gentle smile.

 
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    Is it possible to go too far for a good cause? If Chairman Rahma’s radical environmental policies are allowed to continue, couldn’t it result in the total extinction of the human race? Is that what he really wants?
    â€” Unanswered Questions for Chairman Rahma, a banned book
    IT WAS INDEED a day of celebration, with long-haired, braless women and bearded men dancing in circles on the grassy area by the yurts, in the midst of blaring Rolling Stones music and juana smoke drifting in the air. Though only mid-morning it was already warm, and Rahma Popal felt perspiration forming on his brow. The distinguished, gray-bearded man wore a lightweight, long green robe, with yellow ribbing on the collar and sleeves, and a golden peace symbol pendant around his neck. In his late fifties, he prided himself on remaining physically fit.
    He smiled as he looked out on the people, many of whom had obtained passes to visit him at the Montana Valley Game Reserve, where he maintained his austere home and government headquarters. A number of them carried copies of The Little Green Book , and some had the volumes open, reading the sayings and poems of the Chairman.
    Others were women who lived with him on the set-aside land, including one who kept watching his every move, Dori Longet. After being with him for more than a decade, the small, curvy blonde had become his favorite, but he’d been noticing irritating traits about her, jealousies that annoyed him. She claimed to understand his need to have sex with numerous women, but often she attempted to act as a go-between for him and his various liaisons. At times he found this especially irritating and unnecessary, like a layer of bureaucracy that other women had to go through to get to him.
    And yet he’d grown increasingly reliant on her intelligence, to the degree that he had her arranging his daily schedule—keeping track of the appointments he had with government and business officials, as well as with other visitors, and taking care of many of his personal matters. Dori was usually well organized and businesslike, and he appreciated her for that. At times, though, she expressed her displeasure at his wide-ranging sexual interests, especially if she thought a particular woman was manipulative and deceitful, and didn’t really care about him, as she did. Truly, Dori was a remarkable woman. He had to admit that.
    The newcomers among the dancers were from a select list of invitees, having passed stringent security and progressive loyalty tests. The festivities would extend far into the night, an orgy of sex and drugs. He enjoyed such activities himself, but whenever he partook of them he invariably felt guilty afterward, that he had succumbed to yet another human weakness. But these were private thoughts, which he shared with no one. After completing his work today, he would join the party, enjoying the various delights anyway. Despite his lofty goals, he was only human after all, and these pursuits were not harming the planet. In fact, he rationalized, they provided a sense of camaraderie between himself and his avid followers, and he used every opportunity—sometimes even while making love—to espouse the gospel of green.
    He lifted his arms in the air, and the dancers began to chant to him lovingly, “Rahm-m-m-m-a … Rahm-m-m-m-a … Rahm-m-m-m-a…”
    Around the perimeter he saw scores of yellow-uniformed hubots looking on attentively, human-looking robots who attended to security details and other matters for Rahma Popal, sometimes