LaVerne stirred comfortably and let her head sink onto his shoulder. “You're so warm and ... comfortable,” she said.
Larry said softly, “What does the Movement expect to do with all that counterfeit money, LaVerne?”
She stirred against his shoulder, as though bothered by the need to talk. “Give it all away,” she said. “Distribute it all over the country and destroy the nation's social currency.”
It took him a long moment to assimilate that.
“What have the rockets to do with it?”
She stirred once again, as though wishing he'd be silent. “That's how it will be distributed. About twenty rockets, strategically placed, each with a warhead of a couple of tons of money. Fired to an altitude of a couple of hundred miles and then the money is spewed out. In falling, it will be distributed over cities and [pg 060] countryside, everywhere. Billions upon billions of dollars worth.”
Larry said, so softly as hardly to be heard, “What will that accomplish?”
“Money is the greatest social-label of them all. The Professor believes that through this step the Movement will have accomplished its purpose. That people will be forced to utilize their judgment, rather than depend upon social-labels.”
Larry didn't follow that, but he had no time to go further now. He said, still evenly soft, “And when is the Movement going to do this?”
La Verne moved comfortably. “The trucks go out to distribute the money tonight. The rockets are waiting. The firing will take place in a few days.”