 What do you think is most likely an accurate description of the rebellion?
And once it grows, someone with a tyrant mind is going to try to use it as a weapon if he can— [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Astounding Science-Fiction April 1942. True, there had been others, pioneers, before the company came, who objected to the expansion of the monopolistic control. But, if they could not realize that the company's regime served the best interests of the planet, they would just have to suffer the consequences of their own ignorance. Anything involving executions had to be referred to the Interplanetary Council on Earth. This walk was part of a regular routine of physical exercise that kept his body hard and resilient in spite of long hours spent in the laboratory. "What the devil—" He stopped abruptly at the sight of a policeman's uniform. Through the open door of his bedroom he could see his bed neatly turned down as it should be, but the outline under the counterpane and the luxuriant mass of platinum-blond hair on the pillow was certainly no part of his regular routine. "Wherethehell's who?" "Quit stallin', bud. Police have been after her for months; she's a rebel and she's sure been raising plenty of hell around here. Pete lowered his voice to an appreciative whisper, "Gosh, chief, I didn't know you had it in you. All I want is to get out of here—" "Gotcha, chief," Brent whispered understandingly. I don't care if you are—" Brian's eyes almost popped out as he saw a gloved hand reach around the guard's neck and jam a rag over his nose and mouth. Swift shadows moved expertly before his astonished gaze. Whether you like it or not, you'll hang with us when they find us trying to get you out of here." He had designed these escape-proof locks himself. He had a moment of wonder at the crazy spectacle of himself, the fair-haired boy of Venus Consolidated, in his flapping bathrobe, leading a band of escaping rebels out of the company's best jail. "Right with you," the guard snapped and ran a few steps with them before a blackjack caught up with him and he folded into a corner. The electric eye tripped a screaming alarm, but the broken key in Brian's hands opened the complicated lock in a matter of seconds. They were outside the jail on a side street, the door closed and the lock jammed immovably behind them.
 It's probably on the right side of history, given the violence of the opposition.
 It's probably on the right side of history, given the violence of the opposition.  It's only a disruption, stopping it is what will maximize the good in the world.  It's just as bad as what it's fighting, a peace treaty is the most likely and the best solution.  It's widely supported and few oppose it.