Enemies of the System
Enemies of the System
Brian Aldiss
In the future, mankind’s physiology has been improved. Utopia prevails throughout the solar system, in a communistic system of government. When six of its members are lost on an unregenerate planet, the stresses begin to show.In the future, mankind’s physiology has been improved. Utopia prevails throughout the solar system, in a communistic system of government. When six of its members are lost on an unregenerate planet, the stresses begin to show.This novel is part of the Brian Aldiss Collection. The Friday Project are reissuing many of Aldiss’ works, including over 300 short stories, in print and eBook.
Enemies of the System
BRIAN ALDISS
Contents
Title Page (#u50c67036-dd8f-5959-b516-551cfc6ac956)
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Also part of The Brian Aldiss Collection
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About the Publisher
Introduction (#uc2426a18-8e0c-5e43-abee-5961a47dfe1a)
Some Futures last for ever, when even the Past has gone past. Long ago, in the nineteen-seventies, it was possible to imagine that the good old democratic world might be overcome by a darker and more savage world to the East.
In 1976, a literary conference was held in Posna´n, Poland. The creative science fiction writers of the time, American and British, artists of darkened worlds, were greatly interested by the prospect of a Communist conference, there in the heart of the Other Side.
I accepted the invitation and drove across divided Europe to Posna´n. The conference was well arranged. Everyone was polite. We talked a lot; we drank a lot; we attended long and rather tedious sessions; we walked the streets of this country town, where considerable reconstruction had revived districts ruined by the Nazi armies in the Second World War.
During one of the long academic sessions, we were introduced to a novel with impeccable Communist antecedents.
My memory – always unreliable concerning future or past – tells me that this polemic was a kind of satire in which the world has been over-run by democracy. Of course, this transition does not work very well, which made (so we were told) the tale all the more hilarious.
The academic explaining this master work to us rocked with laughter. Applause broke out (who knows, carefully rehearsed applause?) among the audience.
The academic concluded by saying, ‘Certainly no writer in the West would dare to write a story in which Communism had conquered the world.’
I couldn’t help it. I found myself immediately itching to get back to my Oxford desk …
And this is the book I wrote about the universal triumph of Communism. Jonathan Cape published it in hardcover early in February 1978, and Harper and Row in the States a little later. Heyne in Germany followed suit, and Timbro in Sweden shortly after that. Since which, I’ve lost count.
But never was my novel published in a Communist country – at least, not to my knowledge …
Chapter One (#uc2426a18-8e0c-5e43-abee-5961a47dfe1a)
Inspirational music played as they moved from the terminal buildings into the ferry.
Without fuss, without pushing, they settled into relaxers and waited for the ferry to depart. Fifty-two of them took their places, the sexes about equally balanced. Their clothes were so similar in cut, and so subdued in colour and material, as to resemble a uniform; their hair, whether male or female, was trimmed to approximately the same length; their faces were all bland, even blank. They sat without restlessness. They were the elite of the system, allowed to vacation on the Classified planet of Lysenka II.
The ferry rose silently, dead on time. World Peace City, the Earth itself, shrank behind them. They watched the planet dwindle, then turned and smiled circumspectly at each other. They were strangers and nobody knew who was who; even among the elite there were many power grades.
From the ferry, the passengers transferred to a gulfhopper awaiting them in a parking orbit round the Moon. As soon as the ferry dropped away, the gulfhopper established a charm-field and began its expensive cratobatics. Earth disappeared like an eyeball dropping down a drain; the sun was transformed into an icicle of light, and vanished. Time became a series of equations.
Oblivious to alarm, the tourists could now settle down and become acquainted with one another. The distance from the Solar System to the Lysenka System was 50.2 light years, in Ordinary Space terms, so passengers had forty hours on the transference from system to system in which to indulge in social intercourse or related activities.
The gulfhopper was a spacious craft, well provided with lounges, restaurants, view-chambers, an aquatics suite and private rooms. Most of the tourists, being important people, kept their importance in repair by walking about the public rooms in a dignified manner. Hostesses in blue Gulfways uniform assisted some passengers to meet the partners that Extra-System selectors had chosen for them, if they had not had time to meet before embarking at World Peace City.
One of the smiling hostesses introduced two tall people, a man and a woman, who briefly touched fingertips and then stood regarding each other. Nodding, the hostess left them to themselves.
‘My name is Jerezy Kordan, World Citizen 692,’ the male said, smiling to soften the familiarity of using only his last three numbers on first meeting. ‘I am pleased that we are to be associated for this vacation.’
The female smiled back and was just as informal. ‘I’m World Citizen 194, Millia Sygiek. And I’m pleased that the selector picked you, Utopianist Kordan, since I know that we are going to be compatible.’
Kordan had a long serious face with thick lips which were generally pursed, and long grey eyes. He stood squarely before her, his hands hanging relaxedly by his side.
Sygiek was almost as tall as he, a woman with light brown hair and grey eyes. Her jaw was firm, her expression a little severe until she smiled. She folded her hands and held them at waist level as they talked.
‘We could be nothing but compatible since the computer graded us for compatibility. Compatibility is a quality we both rate as desirable,’ she said.
‘Inevitably. Pleasure is stipulated as one of the factors of our vacation, and so compatibility is part of the guarantee. Don’t you find compatibility a positive quality, a constructive quality?’
‘I was meaning only to imply that some Progressives regard the male – female relationship as a little old-fashioned, even irrelevant to the needs of the system: they question the useful function of gender.’
He gestured slightly with his hands. ‘We tolerate Progressives in our world society.’ He spoke without any particular emphasis. ‘But of course they form only approximately 1.45 per cent of the population.’ He took her arm as if dismissing that subject.
They were on their way towards their private room when a tenor voice said softly over the artificial pulse-beats, ‘Remember that sexual intercourse is an approved social usage. It is pleasurable. Inevitably, it increases the physical and mental well-being of both partners, thus enhancing their value to the System. Associate with your partner as much as possible on the journey. Happy lying!’
Sygiek smiled. ‘You see, like good utopianists, our wishes run ahead of the official reminder.’
But, as they passed through one of the relaxation halls, they were distracted for a moment. A row of chessputers sat before a row of three-dimensional chess boards, waiting to play against any human who cared to challenge them. Each chessputer was smaller than a person’s head; its single arm, of a flesh-like substance, folded down into its side when it was out of action. Someone had pushed two of the machines together and they were playing the complex game against each other.
As one game was won, the machines solemnly reset the pieces and moved straight into the next. Several tourists were watching.
Peering over the shoulder of one of the onlookers, Kordan said, ‘That’s amusing! You see they exert their capacities merely to win against each other.’
The man in front of him – a stocky dark-featured man of less than average height – looked round and said, ‘It would be more amusing if one of them showed a little glee at winning.’
When they were settled in their comfortable room, Kordan said, ‘What could that man have meant, that it would have been more amusing if the machines showed a little pleasure at winning? How can a machine be expected to show pleasure?’
‘ “Glee.” He said, “glee”.’
She began to undress.
He was following his own train of thought. ‘One does inevitably experience some pleasure in winning, yet “Our strength lies in our unity”. A valuable adage. Winning implies competition, whilst unity implies no competition. It is a slight paradox. Since we are privileged to vacation on Lysenka II, we are among the winners of the System. May I express it like that?’
‘There is always privilege involved in visiting an extrasolar planet. In the case of Lysenka II, I gather that it has been opened to tourism before complete conformity with cultural standards has been attained – simply in order to join in the anniversary celebrations.’
‘It is true that the animal life has not been subdued, as it will inevitably have to be.’ His lips twitched. ‘For me as an historian, with special interest in the pre-utopian world, I welcome a chance to see something of a planet where the animal societies, as I understand, approximate to what life used to be on Earth before Biocom.’
Sygiek removed her stockings as he began to slip out of his one-piece tunic. ‘My business is entirely with the present. I have no interest in the pre-utopian world, not even in this anniversary year.’ She spoke briskly.
He smiled by pursing his lips. ‘Perhaps Lysenka II will awaken new interests. Undoubtedly, we shall see sights incompatible with civilisation. So until then, let us refresh ourselves with some compatibility. Kindly move over and open your legs.’
She smiled and relaxed against the voluptuous cushions, readying herself for him like a mare for her rider. Unbidden, a picture of the man by the chessputers came to her mind.
‘Let’s have a little glee,’ she said.
All too soon, the beautiful expensive structure had crossed that gulf of light which even the world state would never subjugate. It materialised in orbit about Lysenka II, while almost sub-vocal commentaries uttered facts about the sun, Lysenka, and its four attendant planets: three of them swirling globes of gas, and only II a world remotely suitable for the establishment of law and enlightenment.
In the ferry on the way down to Peace City, the one base so far constructed on Lysenka II, the commentaries welcomed their guests.
‘We hope that you will be happy during your stay on Lysenka II, and your intellects fully engaged. Although this planet has been known to the world state for many centuries, it is only just being opened up for tourism. You may regard yourself as especially privileged to be here. For those of us who work on Lysenka II, it is an honour to greet you, knowing as we do that you are part of the special System-wide celebrations of the one millionth anniversary of the establishment of Biocom. The universal beneficial aspects of Biocom will never be more appreciated than on this planet, where everything is primitive, regressive, and of an entirely lower politico-evolutionary order.
‘So we trust that you will enjoy your stay and be strengthened by it for further dedication to our beloved System. Welcome to Lysenka II.’
The passengers looked at each other. Some smiled guardedly.
Everyone was given booster and acupunctural shots to acclimatise them to the planet before they settled on alien soil. Down swooped the ferry. A moment of silence more dreadful than any gulf of light, and then great exit doors swung open. They opened too rapidly: the sky was a bright tan ceiling of cloud, enclosing the visitors on the new world. They blinked, unaccountably reluctant to move forward.
Hostesses, in red Outourist uniform instead of Gulfways blue, ushered the tourists into LDBs, smiling and reassuring them. As soon as a long-distance bus was full, it began to accelerate down one of the radial roads leading from Peace City into the wilderness.
The passengers took deep breaths and looked at each other, as if the new environment forced them to take fresh measure of themselves. In the unaccustomed light, the set of their faces was strange.
The bus arrived at Dunderzee in under an E-hour. Dunderzee was Lysenka’s newly opened tourist resort. It stood on the edge of territory no human had explored from the ground.
Still reassuringly chaperoned, the tourists were conducted to their rooms in the Unity Hotel. The hotel was sumptuous but not entirely finished. Every room, besides a spectacular view of the broken, tawny country outside, boasted a living wall which showed a close-up of Dunderzee Lake. As Kordan and Sygiek entered their room, they felt compelled to stand before the wall and gaze at the waterfall that fed the lake. With slow thunder, the water dropped free from almost one thousand metres down the carmine sides of Dunderzee Gorge. Cumbersome birds glided down the face of the gorge, dipping into the column of white water, flashing in the spray.
Turning away to place his kit on the shelf, Kordan said, ‘Though I have travelled most of the System, and twice visited the Argyre Ocean since they released the waters, Dunderzee Gorge impresses me. We shall enjoy visiting the reality.’
She was surprised that he spoke so subjectively, and said nothing, standing to watch a pack of man-like creatures which swam strongly in the foam of the lake.
‘Millia, tell me more about yourself,’ Kordan said.
‘You can judge me for yourself.’ She met his eyes. Both were silent, contemplating each other.
‘Where were you born? On Earth?’ he inquired.
‘I was born in a township on the Ust’-Urt Plateau, two hundred and fifty kilometres from the Aral Sea.’ She indicated the falling water, the troubled lake. ‘I never saw anything but flatness until I was twelve years old, so perhaps this great gorge strikes me as against nature. It’s unsophisticated, I can see that.’
‘The day after tomorrow, you and I shall stand beside that waterfall in reality, Millia.’
‘Yes, that should be a worthwhile cultural expedition. Also I wish to become more acquainted with our fellow tourists. They form an interesting cross-section of the middle echelons of our System society. You may escort me down to the bar, if you wish.’
‘Let’s stay alone here together, Millia. I enjoy your company. There will be time for the others tomorrow, inevitably.’
‘Don’t utter anti-social remarks. Unity is a quality which needs perpetual renewal. We had a good time alone on the gulfhopper. Now let’s integrate with our new community.’
He looked back longingly at the waterfall as they left the room.
Chapter Two (#uc2426a18-8e0c-5e43-abee-5961a47dfe1a)
The Unity Hotel held some two thousand guests, all of them important in their own right, back in the System. Jerezy Kordan was an historian specialising in the Classified period of pre-utopian Europe before the introduction of Biocom. He was a full Academician of the IPUS, the Institute of Pre-Utopian Studies, and likely to rise to Chancellor in time. Millia Sygiek announced herself as a commutation supervisor with System Population Mobility. As such, it was her job to travel the planets and satellites of the System, seeing that communities remained balanced in size and genetic heritage and did not degenerate; the enormous task of controlling migratory circulation fell to her and the SPM bureau.
During the afternoon, freshly arrived tourists were encouraged to walk in the safety of the grounds of the hotel, to accustom themselves to gravity, atmosphere and angstrom differences. There was much to see, including a zoo which housed some of the autochthonous species of Lysenka. Sygiek and Kordan teamed up with another couple of tourists, an exobotanist called Ian Takeido, a quiet young man who had spent most of his life in the Jovian sub-system, and Jaini Regentop, a pallid girl who was a DNA specialist on the Technoeugenics Advisory Council.
The voice of a commentator, deep and paternal, followed them as they walked down one of the broad avenues of the zoo.
‘Most of the trees on either side of you are classified as Lysenkan calamites, or horsetails. Their structure is very similar to that of trees which grew on Earth during the Carboniferous Age. Always remember that Lysenka II is only just emerging from its equivalent of the Devonian Age and entering its own Carboniferous. In other words, it is at the same stage of development as was Earth some 370 million years ago.
‘You will already have noticed the trees we call cage trees. Such phyla never developed on Earth. Each tree is in fact a small colony of trees of up to fifteen in number. Their trunks grow first outwards from a common base, then upwards. Then, as they age, the trunks curl inward again, to meet in a knot of foliage some twelve feet above the ground. So a cage is formed – hence their name.’ The voice deepened into a chuckle. ‘We like to think that this habit of unity makes the cage trees the first example of socialist unity to be found in the vegetable world on Lysenka.’
‘Charming,’ Jaini Regentop said. ‘Charming. Such a constructive little joke, too.’
That evening, the council of the Unity Hotel held a grand reception, with a banquet and many toasts and speeches, followed by dancing and a folk group brought over from Bohemia City on Titan.
Next morning, when the tourists stirred, it was to find that their living walls were blank, and their radio and vision screens not functioning. Only the internal communications of the hotel still operated. An embarrassed management council put out a hasty apology and explained why.
‘The temporary suspension of external communications will in no way affect the expedition to Dunderzee Gorge planned for today. The LDBs, your vehicles, are micro-nuclear-powered. Unfortunately, all our communications are via comsat, while most of the power is beamed from the sun Lysenka to us also by satellite; these functions are in suspension temporarily, owing to a strike at Satellite Control in Peace City. We are happy to say that the hotel has its own power store with plentiful reserves for a week. Meanwhile, we apologise for any inconvenience and the loss of your living walls. As guests will appreciate, Lysenka II is a very primitive planet, which sometimes has its effect on the natures of people. Thank you.’
The guests regarded one another unappreciatively.
‘The powermen and the satellite engineers are trying to renegotiate their contract with the Planetary Praesidium,’ Ian Takeido told Kordan and Sygiek in a low voice, over breakfast. ‘I was talking to one of the hotel’s technicians last night. It seems that because they are working on an extra-solar planet, they have to serve a full ten-year term before returning to the System. They want the term reduced to seven years.’
‘Gulfhopping is considerably expensive, you know,’ Sygiek said mildly.
‘But striking!’ Regentop exclaimed, looking over her coffee cup. ‘How primitive – Ian had to explain the term to me. I thought the penalty for striking was…’ She let her voice tail away.
‘If you want something, then you have to negotiate for it,’ said Kordan. ‘A platitude, but true.’
‘They got tired of negotiating,’ said Takeido. ‘I hope you don’t mind my speaking so freely, but they’ve been negotiating for years, to no effect.’
‘But public life is negotiation, as long as it does not interfere with the march of government,’ said Kordan. ‘The process is part of a general dialectic.’
Takeido shook his head.
‘These technicians see it as an emotional matter. What they are saying is, “Earth is our Id – we must have it or die.” ’
‘ “Id!” Another word I had never heard before,’ complained Regentop, laughing and looking anxiously at their faces.
‘As an academician, I can assure you that it is an archaic word indeed,’ said Kordan, pursing his lips. ‘And in this case almost inevitably misused.’
‘Probably declared a non-word,’ said Sygiek, regarding the others in turn. ‘In which case, it should be neither used nor misused.’ She frowned.
There was a pause. Regentop leant forward confidentially.
‘Use your authority to explain to us what “id” means, Jerezy Kordan,’ she said. ‘We are all of the elite – and out of the System. No harm can be done by a little talk here.’ She looked excited and smiled nervously at him as she spoke.
Sygiek folded her hands in her lap and looked out of the tall windows. ‘If words drop out of use, there is generally good reason for it,’ she said warningly. ‘They may serve as counters in subversive systems of thought. You understand that well, Jerezy Kordan.’
‘In this case, the explanation is only instructive,’ Kordan said placatingly. She continued to stare out of the windows. He turned to the others. ‘Id was an entity of ancient superstition, like a ghost. Briefly, long ago in the epoch before the advent of Biocom, several perverted interpretations of the nature of man flourished. Most of them assumed that man was not a rational economic being. Such may arguably have been the case before communalism provided him with the necessary rational sociopolitical framework within which he could function as a unit. “Id” was a term coined by one of those perverted interpretations – a particularly pernicious system, a blind alley of thought which, I’m happy to say, was always opposed, even by our first communist ancestors.’
He had fallen into an easy lecture style. Sygiek looked down; the others stared at his face with some admiration. Kordan continued, ‘In those bygone days, the physiological conflict between the brain, the central nervous system, and the autonomic nervous system was not understood. Misunderstanding of man’s nature inevitably arose. The physiological conflict was interpreted as psychological, as originating in some hypothetical depth of the mind. The mind was regarded as very complex, like a savage independent world almost. In this erroneous model of human physiology – that’s what “mind” really was – there was presumed to lurk in its muddy recesses various savage and socially destructive elements, waiting to overthrow reason. Those elements were bundled together under the term “ID”. It was a regressive force.’
They had finished their meal. As Takeido pushed the sofa back, he said, ‘Instructive! How did the ancient term materialise here on Lysenka II a million or more years later, do you suppose, Jerezy Kordan?’
‘As I thought I had made clear, the term was coined in some long-vanished capitalist system – in part to explain and explain away its own organisational deficiencies. If you understand the retrogressive nature of the animals on this world, then you can understand that the – er, striking technicians must have picked up the term here.’
‘They should be criticised,’ said Regentop, in a shocked voice. ‘It all sounds disgracefully non-utopian.’
Sygiek stood up and remained looking down on the others, but Takeido leaned forward, clearly wishing to carry the subject further. Clasping his hands together earnestly, he said, ‘This is most interesting, Jerezy. If you are right – and of course I don’t doubt that – then the striking technicians have it wrong. “Earth is our Id”… Lysenka is the subversive forbidden place, so it should be the id and Earth should be… I don’t know the term. I’m just a simple exobotanist.’
Regentop patted his back and smiled proudly.
‘ “Super-ego”,’ said Kordan. ‘Earth should be the super-ego.’ He laughed dismissively, disowning the term, and glanced up to see how Sygiek was taking the conversation.
‘This discussion is too self-indulgent,’ she said. ‘ “Speaking of error is itself error.” Let’s finish and get into the buses. Most of the others have already gone ahead.’
‘These old theories were nonsense, inevitably,’ Kordan said to her, taking her arm as they left the dining-room. ‘Medieval. Like alchemy.’
She regarded him with slightly raised eyebrows and a smile he had not seen before. ‘But alchemy led somewhere, Jerezy Kordan, Academician. It provided one of the foundations of scientific advancement. Whereas psychoanalysis was a dead end.’
‘Ah ha, then you are also familiar with these ancient and interdicted models. Psychoanalysis!’
‘It is part of my job to acquaint myself with what is forbidden.’
He looked searchingly at her. She met his gaze. He said nothing, and they moved out into the open. Kordan stood on the steps, breathing deeply as he looked ahead.
Buses waited like great slumbering beasts.
The exobotanist, Takeido, caught Kordan’s attention, coughed, and said apologetically, ‘It was a pleasure to listen to you talking at the breakfast table, Jerezy Kordan. Working on the Jovian moons, one is much alone. One thinks, one longs to talk…to talk about many things, such as the topics you touched on. May Jaini Regentop and I ride with you to Dunderzee?’
Kordan looked at the youth, as if thinking how young and thin he was. He watched the black eyebrows twitch nervously on Takeido’s forehead.
‘You are at liberty to choose any seat you wish in the bus,’ he said. ‘But language is much more precious and must be guarded. Better to be resolute than curious. “Resolution is the foe of deviation,” as the saying has it. I imagine that applies as much on Jupiter and Lysenka as on Earth.’
‘Of course…’ said Takeido, and swallowed.
‘Let’s get aboard the buses, then,’ said Kordan smiling. He nodded at Sygiek. She nodded contentedly back, and they walked down the steps, fully in command of their world, towards the waiting buses.
The gates in the fortified perimeter of the Unity Hotel slid open. Above them fluttered a banner with the device of the United System and the legend:
STRIVE TOWARDS THE SECOND MILLION YEARS OF BIOCOM-UNITY!
As the LDB rolled through the gateway, Sygiek noticed that she was seated next to the stocky man who had made the remarks about chessputers on the gulfhopper not experiencing glee. He nodded genially, as if they were old companions.
‘A session of idle sightseeing!’ Sygiek exclaimed to Kordan, turning away from the other man. ‘I have never done such a thing in my life, and half-doubt the propriety of it now. Days are more to be valued when fruitfully occupied.’
Kordan scrutinised her, as if trying to read her thoughts. ‘Don’t reproach yourself with such sentiments, Millia. We are not idle. We are on Lysenka to restore our energies, so that we can return to the System better equipped to work for it and to appreciate its values.’
The stocky man leant forward, clasping his hands between his knees, and said, addressing them both, ‘Don’t be too strict with yourselves, friends. Savour enjoyment as a positive force in its own right. Idleness has virtues of its own.’
‘Exactly what I meant,’ said Kordan, pleasantly. ‘Idleness restores our energies.’
The stocky man introduced himself as Vul Dulcifer 057, Chief Engineer responsible for the air-conditioning systems of Iridium, on Venus. He had a big hard head, with big hard features. Gazing out of the window at the passing scenery, he said, ‘Like everyone else, I am never idle. My work keeps me going thirteen E-hours a day, and I run various committees. “Utopia is sustained only by hard work” – I know the party slogan, don’t remind me. The System’s a machine. If a few of us have made it to this Classified planet, with all these degenerate capitalist animals running about, then we are of the elite, and I maintain that we have earned some idleness. I frankly see idleness as a just reward, not simply one more obstacle on the assault course of World Peace.’
As she watched and listened to him speaking, Sygiek thought that she and Dulcifer could never be compatible. He was as small and dark as she was tall and pale. He was thickset, with massive shoulders; his every movement expressed energy. The irises of his eyes were a dark sea-blue, rolling between black fringes of eyelash. His dark hair was sparse, and clung close to his square skull. She was aware as she watched the movements of his clearly defined lips of a disturbance within her, a disturbance chased by the reflection, ‘He regards Kordan and me merely as two standard products of the System, without minds of our own…’
‘To speak of idleness as a reward can lead swiftly to incorrect thinking, isn’t that so, Jerezy? Idleness can be no different on this planet from what it is anywhere in the System: a trap, a bait for deviationist ideas. How can those properties change? Creative idleness is a different matter.’
A hostess, rosy of cheek, with long legs and a warm smile, came down the aisle of the bus, pausing to exchange a word with everyone. She was trim in her red uniform; most of the tourists wore sloppy-maos.
‘Are you enjoying the primitive landscape?’ she asked. ‘Isn’t it charmingly undeveloped? What an inspiring symbol of potential.’
‘Yes,’ said Dulcifer. ‘And at the same time we’re exercising our minds like good utopianists with an argument about the nature of idleness.’
Takeido and Regentop had been listening from the seat in front. The former turned and said to Dulcifer, ‘You seem to lack a little data, utopianist. You see, idleness is a physiological malfunction. It’s mistaken to treat it as a quality of mind, when injections can cure it as soon as it manifests itself.’
As he spoke, he kept glancing at Kordan to see how he was taking this speech.
A bureaucrat by the name of Georg Morits leant across the aisle and said vehemently, ‘You’re right there, but let me remind you that idleness is still sometimes manifested as a mental quality in unfortunate throw-backs to homosapiens. I know. I have to deal with quite a few committals of that sort of person, in my line of business. I’m in an office in Moscow, you know. The city of cities.’ They did know. This dull person had been boasting during the banquet of how beautiful it was in Moscow, an old city which had been the capital of the first communist state and many times rebuilt. ‘You can be legally charged with being a homosapiens, you know. It’s in the statute banks now.’
‘Not on Venus, it isn’t,’ said Dulcifer, sturdily. ‘That’s like charging an animal with the offence of being an animal.’
They made no response to that. They knew all about Venus, and the devolutionary tendencies of Iridium City.
‘We are straying from the point. If I could remind you of the historical background to this argument –’ Kordan began; but Sygiek cut him off, saying, ‘Shall we just forget this silly discussion?’
Kordan looked hurt, but Dulcifer said, smiling to remove the sting from his remark, ‘You are too repressive for vacation-time, Utopianist Millia Sygiek! I’d like to hear what your companion was going to say. Frankly, scenery bores me – but I’ve never lost interest in my fellow human beings.’
Warmth rose in Sygiek’s cheeks. She turned a gaze on him which would have melted iridium but she said nothing.
‘I was merely going to say – for the sake of the historical record – that those early genetic engineers who established homouniformis, Man Alike Throughout, were the –’
‘Forgive me, Academician Kordan, but I am in technoeugenics, working on the Central Council,’ said Jaini Regentop, giving him her polite smile, ‘and you are not correct in your phraseology. Those genetic engineers were merely instruments of change in the great progression from homosapiens to homouniformis; they took orders. First had to come the immortal work of physiologists and the great endotomists – ’
‘Jaini, you should not interrupt Jerezy Kordan,’ said Takeido. ‘He is an Academician.’
‘Then he will understand. Between them,’ said Regentop, adopting something of Kordan’s lecturing manner, and addressing her remarks mainly to him, ‘the endotomists established the fact that man’s physiological structure comprised three governance systems which were in conflict. Owing to the rapid evolutionary development of man from animal, those governance systems were not entirely compatible. We might in the same way complain of a machine that it was faulty because it contained too much wiring. The problem was one of efficiency.’
Kordan nodded and looked bored, but Regentop pressed on.
‘The great endotomists and physiologists developed a method whereby those governance systems could be developed into one harmonious super-system. The three governance systems I refer to, by the way, were known as Central Nervous System, primarily a motor system, Autonomic Nervous System, primarily a sensual system, and Neocortex, primarily a thought system.
‘To develop this more reliable super-system, the bio-shunt was introduced. As you probably know, the bio-shunt – there’s been a lot of talk about it in this anniversary year – is an in-built processor which phases out much of the activity of the old autonomic nervous system or renders it subject to the direct control of the thought system. An obvious example is the penile erection, once an involuntary act.
‘I frequently impress on my classes that the bio-shunt is the very basis of our great utopia. It has banished the emotional problems which always plagued homosapiens. Wars, religions, romantic love, mental illness – all manifestations of outmoded physiological systems.’
‘This is what I mentioned earlier, Millia,’ Kordan said heavily to Sygiek. ‘Please continue, Jaini Regentop, if you so wish. You express yourself well.’
She nodded in humility. ‘It is my duty to express myself well when speaking of so supreme an achievement. Rationality was something poor homosapiens could never achieve. He was divided against himself physiologically. Therefore he was also divided against himself mentally and socially and politically and – well, in every way conceivable. He could not devise a stable society as we have done. Division was his lot.’
Her voice took on a quieter note. ‘Division was his lot. Yet sapiens had vision, too. Yes, he even visualised Utopia, the perfect place.
‘And, in an ironic way, he achieved Utopia in the end, though it meant his extinction. When his physiotechnicians and early endotomists invented the whole principle of Biological Communism – the theory behind the bio-shunt itself – then it became possible to rationalise the inharmonious governance systems genetically, passing on the improvement to succeeding generations. Through chromosome microsurgery, sapiens did away with all manner of systemic weakness – thus eliminating himself and ushering in a virtual new race. A race without absurd evolutionary flaws. A race truly capable of establishing Utopia. In a word, us. Homouniformis, Man Alike Throughout.’
They regarded each other’s faces, smiling reflectively.
‘And what has this ancient tale to do with idleness, except that it is itself an idle tale by now?’ asked Dulcifer.
‘It’s the birth tale of the World State, no less,’ said Sygiek, frowning.
‘Jaini Regentop has just explained,’ Takeido said to Dulcifer. ‘Idleness was an old sapiens weakness. It sprang from a lack of purpose, no doubt – from internal confusion. There’s no physiological reason for idleness in these enlightened days, utopianist. We’ve conquered it.’
Dulcifer scratched his head. He laughed. ‘You’re a bit young for a conqueror!’
Takeido slipped back into his seat.
‘There’s a Museum of Homo Sapiens in Moscow,’ said Georg Morits, adding confidentially, ‘they were quite advanced for primitives, you know – even had a limited form of space travel – the principles of which were invented in Moscow. I can tell you such things, since you are of the elite, and not of the ignorant. You appreciate them. Ah, it’s good to talk among equals.’
Chapter Three (#uc2426a18-8e0c-5e43-abee-5961a47dfe1a)
They were sitting talking in the last bus. Three buses moved ahead of them, gradually drawing apart as they gathered speed down the embanked road. The great structure of Unity, which had dominated everything, dwindled behind them, swallowed by the everlasting landscape of Lysenka. Occasionally, as the road rose with the land, they could glimpse the shoulders of a distant plateau, riding above the warm obscurities of the plain.
Kordan clutched Sygiek’s hand, but she soon withdrew it.
The hostess in her neat red uniform with the Outourist insignia had exchanged a word with everyone individually. She reached the front of the LDB, where she took up a microphone and addressed the passengers, smiling as she did so.
‘Hello, friends of the System, my name is Rubyna Constanza 868, and I have the pleasure of being your guide for today. Welcome to the journey. We shall be away from Unity for two days, and shall spend tonight in comfortable quarters in the Dunderzee Gorge, which I feel sure you will enjoy. We shall view some of the wonders of this planet, and also some of its instructive blemishes. Refreshments will be served when we stop at midday. I am continually at your service. There are service bells by your fingertips.’
‘She’s very pretty,’ Takeido whispered. Regentop frowned for silence.
‘First I would like to remind you of a few facts concerning this planet. You will be familiar with some of them, but facts take life from their substitutes in reality.
‘This planet is large by the standards of the System Inner Planets, having an equatorial diameter of approximately 20,000 kilometres. Fortunately its mass is relatively light, so we do not suffer from oppressive gravity. Lysenka II revolves on its axis once every 33.52 E-hours, which makes for an inconveniently long day. You will be able to rest at refreshment-break, since your seats recline fully.
‘As we can observe, it is cloudy overhead. The sun rarely shines through in these latitudes, though cloud may clear at evening. Lysenka is rather a warm and drowsy planet at this period of its history.’
She indicated the world rolling past their windows. ‘There is a grove of cage trees to our left. Otherwise, vegetation is sparse. Most of the planet is semi-desert, owing to soil paucity and lack of micro-bacterial activity.
‘Although the planet has been discovered for more than a million years, we established a base on it only ten years ago. The planet awaits development. The problem is an ideological one – what to do with the fauna. The World State is still considering this vital matter. Owing to the low energy life systems here, the fauna has not been able to establish itself over much of the globe. It would be possible to extirpate all the animals. That is a neat and attractive solution. On the other hand, they may prove invaluable for studies in behaviour, and as a source for laboratory animals, etcetera.’
Constanza had slightly hastened this part of her talk. She slowed her delivery again to add, ‘However, such problems need not enter our heads on your vacation, since the decisions rest with others. At this time, we need only enjoy the strange sights. On your right, you can see now a flock of kangaroo-like creatures. I assure you there is no danger, since we are in constant radio contact with surveillance satellites. Well, that is, just today we are out of touch because of the technical difficulties of the strike; we are out of touch, but in any case we are perfectly safe in the bus. Notice that the creatures are regarding us with respect.’
The animals now bounding along beside the road had no tails. Their resemblance to kangaroos began and ended with their small pointed heads and their way of leaping over the ground. For the rest, they were more man-like, and waved their fists with oddly human gestures at the bus as it flashed past.
‘These animals eat vegetation and also flesh,’ said Constanza. ‘Their turn of speed is mainly to deliver them from those things that desire to eat them.’
The bus curved away from the flat and proceeded down a long, well-cambered curve. Ahead loomed a gigantic wall of rock, crowned with fringes of the sappy white-stemmed horsetails. It was growing difficult to understand how the bus could avoid smashing into the rock face when a curve was turned and the vehicle plunged into a tunnel.
The sides of the tunnel were lasered smooth. On the walls, inspiring slogans had been incised, slogans which contributed much to the moral tone of society. For the first time since leaving Unity, all the passengers sat up and paid attention out of the windows, sometimes reading aloud with pleasure words they had known since childhood.
Resolution is the Foe of Deviation
Unity Breeds Immunity
Never Think What Cannot Be Said
Eternal Vigilance Grants Eternal Security:
Without It Is Eternal Anarchy
There Are No Free Launches
The slogans glowed in enticing colours, smouldering into darkness again as soon as the bus had passed.
Suddenly, they were propelled back into daylight. As the rock fell away and the road ceased to curve, the tourists found themselves travelling over a tremendous plain. Its extent was emphasised by the cliff now falling behind them, and the still-distant plateau in the mists. The floor of the plain – ugly, barren and broken – was dotted with rocky debris which rose in mounds. Now and then, a sluggish river could be glimpsed.
‘We have entered the Great Rift Valley,’ Constanza said. ‘The Gorge is far ahead of us. In this area, and all the way to the Starinek Ocean away to the west, are contained most of the creatures populating Lysenka II. The rest of the planet is almost entirely empty, except for indigenous spiders and a few winged insects. Don’t forget that solar physicists and geognosticians tell us that this world is a very long way behind our worlds in development. Which is no doubt why it is the last refuge of capitalism.’
There was some laughter at this sally. Although most of the tourists had no way of knowing what exactly capitalism was, the word had retained smutty connotations over the ages.
‘That’s the River Dunder we can see occasionally over to your left. It is not large as rivers on this planet go. On the other hemisphere is a river surveyed from the air which is almost twice as long as River Amasonia on Earth. The Dunder flows over the ancient rift valley in which we now find ourselves. It is a river with many fish in the equivalent of an early Carboniferous Age development. The experts tell us that it is some 3,130 million years since Lysenka II became cool enough to allow the steam in the atmosphere to condense as rain. Now over to your right you can see if you just turn your heads another grove of horsetails. Trees very like them once flourished on Earth.’
‘I think she plans to send us to sleep,’ Kordan said in a low voice to Sygiek.
‘We can sleep at refreshment-time. Isn’t this a fine road our people have built? We could conquer any planet in the galaxy.’
‘I have never entirely understood why we have not expanded our sphere of influence in space.’
‘ “Utopia is an attitude, not a dimension,” if I may quote.’
‘All the same… Of course, I don’t question…’
The superb road unwound before them, hour after hour. When it ran beside the River Dunder, more game was sighted, most of it fleeing for cover. The other three buses had disappeared into a tan distance which quivered in the noon heat.
Rubyna Constanza had taken a break from her commentary. Now she was back again, smiling prettily as before.
‘You will have noticed many more animals beside the river. Mostly they catch fish, or they prey on those who catch fish. They are very clever at concealment. The brave System workers who built this road have tales to tell of their viciousness. Those workers and the soldiers who defended them were the only members of our people ever to be allowed weapons on Lysenka II – with the exception of the garrison that permanently defends Peace City, of course.
‘As I expect you all understand,’ and she gave them a beautiful smile as reward for that understanding, ‘perhaps the most remarkable event in the entire history of Lysenka, from the point of view of homouniformis, was the arrival here of a colony ship from Earth, 1.09 million years ago in the past, in bitter pre-utopian times on our home planet. In those far-off days, before our culture was established worldwide, and before the science of cratobatics was developed, fifty light years was a challengingly long distance. The colony ship was not heading for the Lysenkan system but for another system even farther away. However, something went wrong with the primitive drive, and the ship came down on this planet.’ She extended her hand forwards, pointing through the front window. ‘It made a forced landing somewhere ahead there, not so many kilometres from the Dunderzee Gorge. That colony ship belonged to the now defunct homo
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Brian Aldiss
In the future, mankind’s physiology has been improved. Utopia prevails throughout the solar system, in a communistic system of government. When six of its members are lost on an unregenerate planet, the stresses begin to show.In the future, mankind’s physiology has been improved. Utopia prevails throughout the solar system, in a communistic system of government. When six of its members are lost on an unregenerate planet, the stresses begin to show.This novel is part of the Brian Aldiss Collection. The Friday Project are reissuing many of Aldiss’ works, including over 300 short stories, in print and eBook.
Enemies of the System
BRIAN ALDISS
Contents
Title Page (#u50c67036-dd8f-5959-b516-551cfc6ac956)
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
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About the Publisher
Introduction (#uc2426a18-8e0c-5e43-abee-5961a47dfe1a)
Some Futures last for ever, when even the Past has gone past. Long ago, in the nineteen-seventies, it was possible to imagine that the good old democratic world might be overcome by a darker and more savage world to the East.
In 1976, a literary conference was held in Posna´n, Poland. The creative science fiction writers of the time, American and British, artists of darkened worlds, were greatly interested by the prospect of a Communist conference, there in the heart of the Other Side.
I accepted the invitation and drove across divided Europe to Posna´n. The conference was well arranged. Everyone was polite. We talked a lot; we drank a lot; we attended long and rather tedious sessions; we walked the streets of this country town, where considerable reconstruction had revived districts ruined by the Nazi armies in the Second World War.
During one of the long academic sessions, we were introduced to a novel with impeccable Communist antecedents.
My memory – always unreliable concerning future or past – tells me that this polemic was a kind of satire in which the world has been over-run by democracy. Of course, this transition does not work very well, which made (so we were told) the tale all the more hilarious.
The academic explaining this master work to us rocked with laughter. Applause broke out (who knows, carefully rehearsed applause?) among the audience.
The academic concluded by saying, ‘Certainly no writer in the West would dare to write a story in which Communism had conquered the world.’
I couldn’t help it. I found myself immediately itching to get back to my Oxford desk …
And this is the book I wrote about the universal triumph of Communism. Jonathan Cape published it in hardcover early in February 1978, and Harper and Row in the States a little later. Heyne in Germany followed suit, and Timbro in Sweden shortly after that. Since which, I’ve lost count.
But never was my novel published in a Communist country – at least, not to my knowledge …
Chapter One (#uc2426a18-8e0c-5e43-abee-5961a47dfe1a)
Inspirational music played as they moved from the terminal buildings into the ferry.
Without fuss, without pushing, they settled into relaxers and waited for the ferry to depart. Fifty-two of them took their places, the sexes about equally balanced. Their clothes were so similar in cut, and so subdued in colour and material, as to resemble a uniform; their hair, whether male or female, was trimmed to approximately the same length; their faces were all bland, even blank. They sat without restlessness. They were the elite of the system, allowed to vacation on the Classified planet of Lysenka II.
The ferry rose silently, dead on time. World Peace City, the Earth itself, shrank behind them. They watched the planet dwindle, then turned and smiled circumspectly at each other. They were strangers and nobody knew who was who; even among the elite there were many power grades.
From the ferry, the passengers transferred to a gulfhopper awaiting them in a parking orbit round the Moon. As soon as the ferry dropped away, the gulfhopper established a charm-field and began its expensive cratobatics. Earth disappeared like an eyeball dropping down a drain; the sun was transformed into an icicle of light, and vanished. Time became a series of equations.
Oblivious to alarm, the tourists could now settle down and become acquainted with one another. The distance from the Solar System to the Lysenka System was 50.2 light years, in Ordinary Space terms, so passengers had forty hours on the transference from system to system in which to indulge in social intercourse or related activities.
The gulfhopper was a spacious craft, well provided with lounges, restaurants, view-chambers, an aquatics suite and private rooms. Most of the tourists, being important people, kept their importance in repair by walking about the public rooms in a dignified manner. Hostesses in blue Gulfways uniform assisted some passengers to meet the partners that Extra-System selectors had chosen for them, if they had not had time to meet before embarking at World Peace City.
One of the smiling hostesses introduced two tall people, a man and a woman, who briefly touched fingertips and then stood regarding each other. Nodding, the hostess left them to themselves.
‘My name is Jerezy Kordan, World Citizen 692,’ the male said, smiling to soften the familiarity of using only his last three numbers on first meeting. ‘I am pleased that we are to be associated for this vacation.’
The female smiled back and was just as informal. ‘I’m World Citizen 194, Millia Sygiek. And I’m pleased that the selector picked you, Utopianist Kordan, since I know that we are going to be compatible.’
Kordan had a long serious face with thick lips which were generally pursed, and long grey eyes. He stood squarely before her, his hands hanging relaxedly by his side.
Sygiek was almost as tall as he, a woman with light brown hair and grey eyes. Her jaw was firm, her expression a little severe until she smiled. She folded her hands and held them at waist level as they talked.
‘We could be nothing but compatible since the computer graded us for compatibility. Compatibility is a quality we both rate as desirable,’ she said.
‘Inevitably. Pleasure is stipulated as one of the factors of our vacation, and so compatibility is part of the guarantee. Don’t you find compatibility a positive quality, a constructive quality?’
‘I was meaning only to imply that some Progressives regard the male – female relationship as a little old-fashioned, even irrelevant to the needs of the system: they question the useful function of gender.’
He gestured slightly with his hands. ‘We tolerate Progressives in our world society.’ He spoke without any particular emphasis. ‘But of course they form only approximately 1.45 per cent of the population.’ He took her arm as if dismissing that subject.
They were on their way towards their private room when a tenor voice said softly over the artificial pulse-beats, ‘Remember that sexual intercourse is an approved social usage. It is pleasurable. Inevitably, it increases the physical and mental well-being of both partners, thus enhancing their value to the System. Associate with your partner as much as possible on the journey. Happy lying!’
Sygiek smiled. ‘You see, like good utopianists, our wishes run ahead of the official reminder.’
But, as they passed through one of the relaxation halls, they were distracted for a moment. A row of chessputers sat before a row of three-dimensional chess boards, waiting to play against any human who cared to challenge them. Each chessputer was smaller than a person’s head; its single arm, of a flesh-like substance, folded down into its side when it was out of action. Someone had pushed two of the machines together and they were playing the complex game against each other.
As one game was won, the machines solemnly reset the pieces and moved straight into the next. Several tourists were watching.
Peering over the shoulder of one of the onlookers, Kordan said, ‘That’s amusing! You see they exert their capacities merely to win against each other.’
The man in front of him – a stocky dark-featured man of less than average height – looked round and said, ‘It would be more amusing if one of them showed a little glee at winning.’
When they were settled in their comfortable room, Kordan said, ‘What could that man have meant, that it would have been more amusing if the machines showed a little pleasure at winning? How can a machine be expected to show pleasure?’
‘ “Glee.” He said, “glee”.’
She began to undress.
He was following his own train of thought. ‘One does inevitably experience some pleasure in winning, yet “Our strength lies in our unity”. A valuable adage. Winning implies competition, whilst unity implies no competition. It is a slight paradox. Since we are privileged to vacation on Lysenka II, we are among the winners of the System. May I express it like that?’
‘There is always privilege involved in visiting an extrasolar planet. In the case of Lysenka II, I gather that it has been opened to tourism before complete conformity with cultural standards has been attained – simply in order to join in the anniversary celebrations.’
‘It is true that the animal life has not been subdued, as it will inevitably have to be.’ His lips twitched. ‘For me as an historian, with special interest in the pre-utopian world, I welcome a chance to see something of a planet where the animal societies, as I understand, approximate to what life used to be on Earth before Biocom.’
Sygiek removed her stockings as he began to slip out of his one-piece tunic. ‘My business is entirely with the present. I have no interest in the pre-utopian world, not even in this anniversary year.’ She spoke briskly.
He smiled by pursing his lips. ‘Perhaps Lysenka II will awaken new interests. Undoubtedly, we shall see sights incompatible with civilisation. So until then, let us refresh ourselves with some compatibility. Kindly move over and open your legs.’
She smiled and relaxed against the voluptuous cushions, readying herself for him like a mare for her rider. Unbidden, a picture of the man by the chessputers came to her mind.
‘Let’s have a little glee,’ she said.
All too soon, the beautiful expensive structure had crossed that gulf of light which even the world state would never subjugate. It materialised in orbit about Lysenka II, while almost sub-vocal commentaries uttered facts about the sun, Lysenka, and its four attendant planets: three of them swirling globes of gas, and only II a world remotely suitable for the establishment of law and enlightenment.
In the ferry on the way down to Peace City, the one base so far constructed on Lysenka II, the commentaries welcomed their guests.
‘We hope that you will be happy during your stay on Lysenka II, and your intellects fully engaged. Although this planet has been known to the world state for many centuries, it is only just being opened up for tourism. You may regard yourself as especially privileged to be here. For those of us who work on Lysenka II, it is an honour to greet you, knowing as we do that you are part of the special System-wide celebrations of the one millionth anniversary of the establishment of Biocom. The universal beneficial aspects of Biocom will never be more appreciated than on this planet, where everything is primitive, regressive, and of an entirely lower politico-evolutionary order.
‘So we trust that you will enjoy your stay and be strengthened by it for further dedication to our beloved System. Welcome to Lysenka II.’
The passengers looked at each other. Some smiled guardedly.
Everyone was given booster and acupunctural shots to acclimatise them to the planet before they settled on alien soil. Down swooped the ferry. A moment of silence more dreadful than any gulf of light, and then great exit doors swung open. They opened too rapidly: the sky was a bright tan ceiling of cloud, enclosing the visitors on the new world. They blinked, unaccountably reluctant to move forward.
Hostesses, in red Outourist uniform instead of Gulfways blue, ushered the tourists into LDBs, smiling and reassuring them. As soon as a long-distance bus was full, it began to accelerate down one of the radial roads leading from Peace City into the wilderness.
The passengers took deep breaths and looked at each other, as if the new environment forced them to take fresh measure of themselves. In the unaccustomed light, the set of their faces was strange.
The bus arrived at Dunderzee in under an E-hour. Dunderzee was Lysenka’s newly opened tourist resort. It stood on the edge of territory no human had explored from the ground.
Still reassuringly chaperoned, the tourists were conducted to their rooms in the Unity Hotel. The hotel was sumptuous but not entirely finished. Every room, besides a spectacular view of the broken, tawny country outside, boasted a living wall which showed a close-up of Dunderzee Lake. As Kordan and Sygiek entered their room, they felt compelled to stand before the wall and gaze at the waterfall that fed the lake. With slow thunder, the water dropped free from almost one thousand metres down the carmine sides of Dunderzee Gorge. Cumbersome birds glided down the face of the gorge, dipping into the column of white water, flashing in the spray.
Turning away to place his kit on the shelf, Kordan said, ‘Though I have travelled most of the System, and twice visited the Argyre Ocean since they released the waters, Dunderzee Gorge impresses me. We shall enjoy visiting the reality.’
She was surprised that he spoke so subjectively, and said nothing, standing to watch a pack of man-like creatures which swam strongly in the foam of the lake.
‘Millia, tell me more about yourself,’ Kordan said.
‘You can judge me for yourself.’ She met his eyes. Both were silent, contemplating each other.
‘Where were you born? On Earth?’ he inquired.
‘I was born in a township on the Ust’-Urt Plateau, two hundred and fifty kilometres from the Aral Sea.’ She indicated the falling water, the troubled lake. ‘I never saw anything but flatness until I was twelve years old, so perhaps this great gorge strikes me as against nature. It’s unsophisticated, I can see that.’
‘The day after tomorrow, you and I shall stand beside that waterfall in reality, Millia.’
‘Yes, that should be a worthwhile cultural expedition. Also I wish to become more acquainted with our fellow tourists. They form an interesting cross-section of the middle echelons of our System society. You may escort me down to the bar, if you wish.’
‘Let’s stay alone here together, Millia. I enjoy your company. There will be time for the others tomorrow, inevitably.’
‘Don’t utter anti-social remarks. Unity is a quality which needs perpetual renewal. We had a good time alone on the gulfhopper. Now let’s integrate with our new community.’
He looked back longingly at the waterfall as they left the room.
Chapter Two (#uc2426a18-8e0c-5e43-abee-5961a47dfe1a)
The Unity Hotel held some two thousand guests, all of them important in their own right, back in the System. Jerezy Kordan was an historian specialising in the Classified period of pre-utopian Europe before the introduction of Biocom. He was a full Academician of the IPUS, the Institute of Pre-Utopian Studies, and likely to rise to Chancellor in time. Millia Sygiek announced herself as a commutation supervisor with System Population Mobility. As such, it was her job to travel the planets and satellites of the System, seeing that communities remained balanced in size and genetic heritage and did not degenerate; the enormous task of controlling migratory circulation fell to her and the SPM bureau.
During the afternoon, freshly arrived tourists were encouraged to walk in the safety of the grounds of the hotel, to accustom themselves to gravity, atmosphere and angstrom differences. There was much to see, including a zoo which housed some of the autochthonous species of Lysenka. Sygiek and Kordan teamed up with another couple of tourists, an exobotanist called Ian Takeido, a quiet young man who had spent most of his life in the Jovian sub-system, and Jaini Regentop, a pallid girl who was a DNA specialist on the Technoeugenics Advisory Council.
The voice of a commentator, deep and paternal, followed them as they walked down one of the broad avenues of the zoo.
‘Most of the trees on either side of you are classified as Lysenkan calamites, or horsetails. Their structure is very similar to that of trees which grew on Earth during the Carboniferous Age. Always remember that Lysenka II is only just emerging from its equivalent of the Devonian Age and entering its own Carboniferous. In other words, it is at the same stage of development as was Earth some 370 million years ago.
‘You will already have noticed the trees we call cage trees. Such phyla never developed on Earth. Each tree is in fact a small colony of trees of up to fifteen in number. Their trunks grow first outwards from a common base, then upwards. Then, as they age, the trunks curl inward again, to meet in a knot of foliage some twelve feet above the ground. So a cage is formed – hence their name.’ The voice deepened into a chuckle. ‘We like to think that this habit of unity makes the cage trees the first example of socialist unity to be found in the vegetable world on Lysenka.’
‘Charming,’ Jaini Regentop said. ‘Charming. Such a constructive little joke, too.’
That evening, the council of the Unity Hotel held a grand reception, with a banquet and many toasts and speeches, followed by dancing and a folk group brought over from Bohemia City on Titan.
Next morning, when the tourists stirred, it was to find that their living walls were blank, and their radio and vision screens not functioning. Only the internal communications of the hotel still operated. An embarrassed management council put out a hasty apology and explained why.
‘The temporary suspension of external communications will in no way affect the expedition to Dunderzee Gorge planned for today. The LDBs, your vehicles, are micro-nuclear-powered. Unfortunately, all our communications are via comsat, while most of the power is beamed from the sun Lysenka to us also by satellite; these functions are in suspension temporarily, owing to a strike at Satellite Control in Peace City. We are happy to say that the hotel has its own power store with plentiful reserves for a week. Meanwhile, we apologise for any inconvenience and the loss of your living walls. As guests will appreciate, Lysenka II is a very primitive planet, which sometimes has its effect on the natures of people. Thank you.’
The guests regarded one another unappreciatively.
‘The powermen and the satellite engineers are trying to renegotiate their contract with the Planetary Praesidium,’ Ian Takeido told Kordan and Sygiek in a low voice, over breakfast. ‘I was talking to one of the hotel’s technicians last night. It seems that because they are working on an extra-solar planet, they have to serve a full ten-year term before returning to the System. They want the term reduced to seven years.’
‘Gulfhopping is considerably expensive, you know,’ Sygiek said mildly.
‘But striking!’ Regentop exclaimed, looking over her coffee cup. ‘How primitive – Ian had to explain the term to me. I thought the penalty for striking was…’ She let her voice tail away.
‘If you want something, then you have to negotiate for it,’ said Kordan. ‘A platitude, but true.’
‘They got tired of negotiating,’ said Takeido. ‘I hope you don’t mind my speaking so freely, but they’ve been negotiating for years, to no effect.’
‘But public life is negotiation, as long as it does not interfere with the march of government,’ said Kordan. ‘The process is part of a general dialectic.’
Takeido shook his head.
‘These technicians see it as an emotional matter. What they are saying is, “Earth is our Id – we must have it or die.” ’
‘ “Id!” Another word I had never heard before,’ complained Regentop, laughing and looking anxiously at their faces.
‘As an academician, I can assure you that it is an archaic word indeed,’ said Kordan, pursing his lips. ‘And in this case almost inevitably misused.’
‘Probably declared a non-word,’ said Sygiek, regarding the others in turn. ‘In which case, it should be neither used nor misused.’ She frowned.
There was a pause. Regentop leant forward confidentially.
‘Use your authority to explain to us what “id” means, Jerezy Kordan,’ she said. ‘We are all of the elite – and out of the System. No harm can be done by a little talk here.’ She looked excited and smiled nervously at him as she spoke.
Sygiek folded her hands in her lap and looked out of the tall windows. ‘If words drop out of use, there is generally good reason for it,’ she said warningly. ‘They may serve as counters in subversive systems of thought. You understand that well, Jerezy Kordan.’
‘In this case, the explanation is only instructive,’ Kordan said placatingly. She continued to stare out of the windows. He turned to the others. ‘Id was an entity of ancient superstition, like a ghost. Briefly, long ago in the epoch before the advent of Biocom, several perverted interpretations of the nature of man flourished. Most of them assumed that man was not a rational economic being. Such may arguably have been the case before communalism provided him with the necessary rational sociopolitical framework within which he could function as a unit. “Id” was a term coined by one of those perverted interpretations – a particularly pernicious system, a blind alley of thought which, I’m happy to say, was always opposed, even by our first communist ancestors.’
He had fallen into an easy lecture style. Sygiek looked down; the others stared at his face with some admiration. Kordan continued, ‘In those bygone days, the physiological conflict between the brain, the central nervous system, and the autonomic nervous system was not understood. Misunderstanding of man’s nature inevitably arose. The physiological conflict was interpreted as psychological, as originating in some hypothetical depth of the mind. The mind was regarded as very complex, like a savage independent world almost. In this erroneous model of human physiology – that’s what “mind” really was – there was presumed to lurk in its muddy recesses various savage and socially destructive elements, waiting to overthrow reason. Those elements were bundled together under the term “ID”. It was a regressive force.’
They had finished their meal. As Takeido pushed the sofa back, he said, ‘Instructive! How did the ancient term materialise here on Lysenka II a million or more years later, do you suppose, Jerezy Kordan?’
‘As I thought I had made clear, the term was coined in some long-vanished capitalist system – in part to explain and explain away its own organisational deficiencies. If you understand the retrogressive nature of the animals on this world, then you can understand that the – er, striking technicians must have picked up the term here.’
‘They should be criticised,’ said Regentop, in a shocked voice. ‘It all sounds disgracefully non-utopian.’
Sygiek stood up and remained looking down on the others, but Takeido leaned forward, clearly wishing to carry the subject further. Clasping his hands together earnestly, he said, ‘This is most interesting, Jerezy. If you are right – and of course I don’t doubt that – then the striking technicians have it wrong. “Earth is our Id”… Lysenka is the subversive forbidden place, so it should be the id and Earth should be… I don’t know the term. I’m just a simple exobotanist.’
Regentop patted his back and smiled proudly.
‘ “Super-ego”,’ said Kordan. ‘Earth should be the super-ego.’ He laughed dismissively, disowning the term, and glanced up to see how Sygiek was taking the conversation.
‘This discussion is too self-indulgent,’ she said. ‘ “Speaking of error is itself error.” Let’s finish and get into the buses. Most of the others have already gone ahead.’
‘These old theories were nonsense, inevitably,’ Kordan said to her, taking her arm as they left the dining-room. ‘Medieval. Like alchemy.’
She regarded him with slightly raised eyebrows and a smile he had not seen before. ‘But alchemy led somewhere, Jerezy Kordan, Academician. It provided one of the foundations of scientific advancement. Whereas psychoanalysis was a dead end.’
‘Ah ha, then you are also familiar with these ancient and interdicted models. Psychoanalysis!’
‘It is part of my job to acquaint myself with what is forbidden.’
He looked searchingly at her. She met his gaze. He said nothing, and they moved out into the open. Kordan stood on the steps, breathing deeply as he looked ahead.
Buses waited like great slumbering beasts.
The exobotanist, Takeido, caught Kordan’s attention, coughed, and said apologetically, ‘It was a pleasure to listen to you talking at the breakfast table, Jerezy Kordan. Working on the Jovian moons, one is much alone. One thinks, one longs to talk…to talk about many things, such as the topics you touched on. May Jaini Regentop and I ride with you to Dunderzee?’
Kordan looked at the youth, as if thinking how young and thin he was. He watched the black eyebrows twitch nervously on Takeido’s forehead.
‘You are at liberty to choose any seat you wish in the bus,’ he said. ‘But language is much more precious and must be guarded. Better to be resolute than curious. “Resolution is the foe of deviation,” as the saying has it. I imagine that applies as much on Jupiter and Lysenka as on Earth.’
‘Of course…’ said Takeido, and swallowed.
‘Let’s get aboard the buses, then,’ said Kordan smiling. He nodded at Sygiek. She nodded contentedly back, and they walked down the steps, fully in command of their world, towards the waiting buses.
The gates in the fortified perimeter of the Unity Hotel slid open. Above them fluttered a banner with the device of the United System and the legend:
STRIVE TOWARDS THE SECOND MILLION YEARS OF BIOCOM-UNITY!
As the LDB rolled through the gateway, Sygiek noticed that she was seated next to the stocky man who had made the remarks about chessputers on the gulfhopper not experiencing glee. He nodded genially, as if they were old companions.
‘A session of idle sightseeing!’ Sygiek exclaimed to Kordan, turning away from the other man. ‘I have never done such a thing in my life, and half-doubt the propriety of it now. Days are more to be valued when fruitfully occupied.’
Kordan scrutinised her, as if trying to read her thoughts. ‘Don’t reproach yourself with such sentiments, Millia. We are not idle. We are on Lysenka to restore our energies, so that we can return to the System better equipped to work for it and to appreciate its values.’
The stocky man leant forward, clasping his hands between his knees, and said, addressing them both, ‘Don’t be too strict with yourselves, friends. Savour enjoyment as a positive force in its own right. Idleness has virtues of its own.’
‘Exactly what I meant,’ said Kordan, pleasantly. ‘Idleness restores our energies.’
The stocky man introduced himself as Vul Dulcifer 057, Chief Engineer responsible for the air-conditioning systems of Iridium, on Venus. He had a big hard head, with big hard features. Gazing out of the window at the passing scenery, he said, ‘Like everyone else, I am never idle. My work keeps me going thirteen E-hours a day, and I run various committees. “Utopia is sustained only by hard work” – I know the party slogan, don’t remind me. The System’s a machine. If a few of us have made it to this Classified planet, with all these degenerate capitalist animals running about, then we are of the elite, and I maintain that we have earned some idleness. I frankly see idleness as a just reward, not simply one more obstacle on the assault course of World Peace.’
As she watched and listened to him speaking, Sygiek thought that she and Dulcifer could never be compatible. He was as small and dark as she was tall and pale. He was thickset, with massive shoulders; his every movement expressed energy. The irises of his eyes were a dark sea-blue, rolling between black fringes of eyelash. His dark hair was sparse, and clung close to his square skull. She was aware as she watched the movements of his clearly defined lips of a disturbance within her, a disturbance chased by the reflection, ‘He regards Kordan and me merely as two standard products of the System, without minds of our own…’
‘To speak of idleness as a reward can lead swiftly to incorrect thinking, isn’t that so, Jerezy? Idleness can be no different on this planet from what it is anywhere in the System: a trap, a bait for deviationist ideas. How can those properties change? Creative idleness is a different matter.’
A hostess, rosy of cheek, with long legs and a warm smile, came down the aisle of the bus, pausing to exchange a word with everyone. She was trim in her red uniform; most of the tourists wore sloppy-maos.
‘Are you enjoying the primitive landscape?’ she asked. ‘Isn’t it charmingly undeveloped? What an inspiring symbol of potential.’
‘Yes,’ said Dulcifer. ‘And at the same time we’re exercising our minds like good utopianists with an argument about the nature of idleness.’
Takeido and Regentop had been listening from the seat in front. The former turned and said to Dulcifer, ‘You seem to lack a little data, utopianist. You see, idleness is a physiological malfunction. It’s mistaken to treat it as a quality of mind, when injections can cure it as soon as it manifests itself.’
As he spoke, he kept glancing at Kordan to see how he was taking this speech.
A bureaucrat by the name of Georg Morits leant across the aisle and said vehemently, ‘You’re right there, but let me remind you that idleness is still sometimes manifested as a mental quality in unfortunate throw-backs to homosapiens. I know. I have to deal with quite a few committals of that sort of person, in my line of business. I’m in an office in Moscow, you know. The city of cities.’ They did know. This dull person had been boasting during the banquet of how beautiful it was in Moscow, an old city which had been the capital of the first communist state and many times rebuilt. ‘You can be legally charged with being a homosapiens, you know. It’s in the statute banks now.’
‘Not on Venus, it isn’t,’ said Dulcifer, sturdily. ‘That’s like charging an animal with the offence of being an animal.’
They made no response to that. They knew all about Venus, and the devolutionary tendencies of Iridium City.
‘We are straying from the point. If I could remind you of the historical background to this argument –’ Kordan began; but Sygiek cut him off, saying, ‘Shall we just forget this silly discussion?’
Kordan looked hurt, but Dulcifer said, smiling to remove the sting from his remark, ‘You are too repressive for vacation-time, Utopianist Millia Sygiek! I’d like to hear what your companion was going to say. Frankly, scenery bores me – but I’ve never lost interest in my fellow human beings.’
Warmth rose in Sygiek’s cheeks. She turned a gaze on him which would have melted iridium but she said nothing.
‘I was merely going to say – for the sake of the historical record – that those early genetic engineers who established homouniformis, Man Alike Throughout, were the –’
‘Forgive me, Academician Kordan, but I am in technoeugenics, working on the Central Council,’ said Jaini Regentop, giving him her polite smile, ‘and you are not correct in your phraseology. Those genetic engineers were merely instruments of change in the great progression from homosapiens to homouniformis; they took orders. First had to come the immortal work of physiologists and the great endotomists – ’
‘Jaini, you should not interrupt Jerezy Kordan,’ said Takeido. ‘He is an Academician.’
‘Then he will understand. Between them,’ said Regentop, adopting something of Kordan’s lecturing manner, and addressing her remarks mainly to him, ‘the endotomists established the fact that man’s physiological structure comprised three governance systems which were in conflict. Owing to the rapid evolutionary development of man from animal, those governance systems were not entirely compatible. We might in the same way complain of a machine that it was faulty because it contained too much wiring. The problem was one of efficiency.’
Kordan nodded and looked bored, but Regentop pressed on.
‘The great endotomists and physiologists developed a method whereby those governance systems could be developed into one harmonious super-system. The three governance systems I refer to, by the way, were known as Central Nervous System, primarily a motor system, Autonomic Nervous System, primarily a sensual system, and Neocortex, primarily a thought system.
‘To develop this more reliable super-system, the bio-shunt was introduced. As you probably know, the bio-shunt – there’s been a lot of talk about it in this anniversary year – is an in-built processor which phases out much of the activity of the old autonomic nervous system or renders it subject to the direct control of the thought system. An obvious example is the penile erection, once an involuntary act.
‘I frequently impress on my classes that the bio-shunt is the very basis of our great utopia. It has banished the emotional problems which always plagued homosapiens. Wars, religions, romantic love, mental illness – all manifestations of outmoded physiological systems.’
‘This is what I mentioned earlier, Millia,’ Kordan said heavily to Sygiek. ‘Please continue, Jaini Regentop, if you so wish. You express yourself well.’
She nodded in humility. ‘It is my duty to express myself well when speaking of so supreme an achievement. Rationality was something poor homosapiens could never achieve. He was divided against himself physiologically. Therefore he was also divided against himself mentally and socially and politically and – well, in every way conceivable. He could not devise a stable society as we have done. Division was his lot.’
Her voice took on a quieter note. ‘Division was his lot. Yet sapiens had vision, too. Yes, he even visualised Utopia, the perfect place.
‘And, in an ironic way, he achieved Utopia in the end, though it meant his extinction. When his physiotechnicians and early endotomists invented the whole principle of Biological Communism – the theory behind the bio-shunt itself – then it became possible to rationalise the inharmonious governance systems genetically, passing on the improvement to succeeding generations. Through chromosome microsurgery, sapiens did away with all manner of systemic weakness – thus eliminating himself and ushering in a virtual new race. A race without absurd evolutionary flaws. A race truly capable of establishing Utopia. In a word, us. Homouniformis, Man Alike Throughout.’
They regarded each other’s faces, smiling reflectively.
‘And what has this ancient tale to do with idleness, except that it is itself an idle tale by now?’ asked Dulcifer.
‘It’s the birth tale of the World State, no less,’ said Sygiek, frowning.
‘Jaini Regentop has just explained,’ Takeido said to Dulcifer. ‘Idleness was an old sapiens weakness. It sprang from a lack of purpose, no doubt – from internal confusion. There’s no physiological reason for idleness in these enlightened days, utopianist. We’ve conquered it.’
Dulcifer scratched his head. He laughed. ‘You’re a bit young for a conqueror!’
Takeido slipped back into his seat.
‘There’s a Museum of Homo Sapiens in Moscow,’ said Georg Morits, adding confidentially, ‘they were quite advanced for primitives, you know – even had a limited form of space travel – the principles of which were invented in Moscow. I can tell you such things, since you are of the elite, and not of the ignorant. You appreciate them. Ah, it’s good to talk among equals.’
Chapter Three (#uc2426a18-8e0c-5e43-abee-5961a47dfe1a)
They were sitting talking in the last bus. Three buses moved ahead of them, gradually drawing apart as they gathered speed down the embanked road. The great structure of Unity, which had dominated everything, dwindled behind them, swallowed by the everlasting landscape of Lysenka. Occasionally, as the road rose with the land, they could glimpse the shoulders of a distant plateau, riding above the warm obscurities of the plain.
Kordan clutched Sygiek’s hand, but she soon withdrew it.
The hostess in her neat red uniform with the Outourist insignia had exchanged a word with everyone individually. She reached the front of the LDB, where she took up a microphone and addressed the passengers, smiling as she did so.
‘Hello, friends of the System, my name is Rubyna Constanza 868, and I have the pleasure of being your guide for today. Welcome to the journey. We shall be away from Unity for two days, and shall spend tonight in comfortable quarters in the Dunderzee Gorge, which I feel sure you will enjoy. We shall view some of the wonders of this planet, and also some of its instructive blemishes. Refreshments will be served when we stop at midday. I am continually at your service. There are service bells by your fingertips.’
‘She’s very pretty,’ Takeido whispered. Regentop frowned for silence.
‘First I would like to remind you of a few facts concerning this planet. You will be familiar with some of them, but facts take life from their substitutes in reality.
‘This planet is large by the standards of the System Inner Planets, having an equatorial diameter of approximately 20,000 kilometres. Fortunately its mass is relatively light, so we do not suffer from oppressive gravity. Lysenka II revolves on its axis once every 33.52 E-hours, which makes for an inconveniently long day. You will be able to rest at refreshment-break, since your seats recline fully.
‘As we can observe, it is cloudy overhead. The sun rarely shines through in these latitudes, though cloud may clear at evening. Lysenka is rather a warm and drowsy planet at this period of its history.’
She indicated the world rolling past their windows. ‘There is a grove of cage trees to our left. Otherwise, vegetation is sparse. Most of the planet is semi-desert, owing to soil paucity and lack of micro-bacterial activity.
‘Although the planet has been discovered for more than a million years, we established a base on it only ten years ago. The planet awaits development. The problem is an ideological one – what to do with the fauna. The World State is still considering this vital matter. Owing to the low energy life systems here, the fauna has not been able to establish itself over much of the globe. It would be possible to extirpate all the animals. That is a neat and attractive solution. On the other hand, they may prove invaluable for studies in behaviour, and as a source for laboratory animals, etcetera.’
Constanza had slightly hastened this part of her talk. She slowed her delivery again to add, ‘However, such problems need not enter our heads on your vacation, since the decisions rest with others. At this time, we need only enjoy the strange sights. On your right, you can see now a flock of kangaroo-like creatures. I assure you there is no danger, since we are in constant radio contact with surveillance satellites. Well, that is, just today we are out of touch because of the technical difficulties of the strike; we are out of touch, but in any case we are perfectly safe in the bus. Notice that the creatures are regarding us with respect.’
The animals now bounding along beside the road had no tails. Their resemblance to kangaroos began and ended with their small pointed heads and their way of leaping over the ground. For the rest, they were more man-like, and waved their fists with oddly human gestures at the bus as it flashed past.
‘These animals eat vegetation and also flesh,’ said Constanza. ‘Their turn of speed is mainly to deliver them from those things that desire to eat them.’
The bus curved away from the flat and proceeded down a long, well-cambered curve. Ahead loomed a gigantic wall of rock, crowned with fringes of the sappy white-stemmed horsetails. It was growing difficult to understand how the bus could avoid smashing into the rock face when a curve was turned and the vehicle plunged into a tunnel.
The sides of the tunnel were lasered smooth. On the walls, inspiring slogans had been incised, slogans which contributed much to the moral tone of society. For the first time since leaving Unity, all the passengers sat up and paid attention out of the windows, sometimes reading aloud with pleasure words they had known since childhood.
Resolution is the Foe of Deviation
Unity Breeds Immunity
Never Think What Cannot Be Said
Eternal Vigilance Grants Eternal Security:
Without It Is Eternal Anarchy
There Are No Free Launches
The slogans glowed in enticing colours, smouldering into darkness again as soon as the bus had passed.
Suddenly, they were propelled back into daylight. As the rock fell away and the road ceased to curve, the tourists found themselves travelling over a tremendous plain. Its extent was emphasised by the cliff now falling behind them, and the still-distant plateau in the mists. The floor of the plain – ugly, barren and broken – was dotted with rocky debris which rose in mounds. Now and then, a sluggish river could be glimpsed.
‘We have entered the Great Rift Valley,’ Constanza said. ‘The Gorge is far ahead of us. In this area, and all the way to the Starinek Ocean away to the west, are contained most of the creatures populating Lysenka II. The rest of the planet is almost entirely empty, except for indigenous spiders and a few winged insects. Don’t forget that solar physicists and geognosticians tell us that this world is a very long way behind our worlds in development. Which is no doubt why it is the last refuge of capitalism.’
There was some laughter at this sally. Although most of the tourists had no way of knowing what exactly capitalism was, the word had retained smutty connotations over the ages.
‘That’s the River Dunder we can see occasionally over to your left. It is not large as rivers on this planet go. On the other hemisphere is a river surveyed from the air which is almost twice as long as River Amasonia on Earth. The Dunder flows over the ancient rift valley in which we now find ourselves. It is a river with many fish in the equivalent of an early Carboniferous Age development. The experts tell us that it is some 3,130 million years since Lysenka II became cool enough to allow the steam in the atmosphere to condense as rain. Now over to your right you can see if you just turn your heads another grove of horsetails. Trees very like them once flourished on Earth.’
‘I think she plans to send us to sleep,’ Kordan said in a low voice to Sygiek.
‘We can sleep at refreshment-time. Isn’t this a fine road our people have built? We could conquer any planet in the galaxy.’
‘I have never entirely understood why we have not expanded our sphere of influence in space.’
‘ “Utopia is an attitude, not a dimension,” if I may quote.’
‘All the same… Of course, I don’t question…’
The superb road unwound before them, hour after hour. When it ran beside the River Dunder, more game was sighted, most of it fleeing for cover. The other three buses had disappeared into a tan distance which quivered in the noon heat.
Rubyna Constanza had taken a break from her commentary. Now she was back again, smiling prettily as before.
‘You will have noticed many more animals beside the river. Mostly they catch fish, or they prey on those who catch fish. They are very clever at concealment. The brave System workers who built this road have tales to tell of their viciousness. Those workers and the soldiers who defended them were the only members of our people ever to be allowed weapons on Lysenka II – with the exception of the garrison that permanently defends Peace City, of course.
‘As I expect you all understand,’ and she gave them a beautiful smile as reward for that understanding, ‘perhaps the most remarkable event in the entire history of Lysenka, from the point of view of homouniformis, was the arrival here of a colony ship from Earth, 1.09 million years ago in the past, in bitter pre-utopian times on our home planet. In those far-off days, before our culture was established worldwide, and before the science of cratobatics was developed, fifty light years was a challengingly long distance. The colony ship was not heading for the Lysenkan system but for another system even farther away. However, something went wrong with the primitive drive, and the ship came down on this planet.’ She extended her hand forwards, pointing through the front window. ‘It made a forced landing somewhere ahead there, not so many kilometres from the Dunderzee Gorge. That colony ship belonged to the now defunct homo
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Brian Aldiss
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О книге: In the future, mankind’s physiology has been improved. Utopia prevails throughout the solar system, in a communistic system of government. When six of its members are lost on an unregenerate planet, the stresses begin to show.In the future, mankind’s physiology has been improved. Utopia prevails throughout the solar system, in a communistic system of government. When six of its members are lost on an unregenerate planet, the stresses begin to show.This novel is part of the Brian Aldiss Collection. The Friday Project are reissuing many of Aldiss’ works, including over 300 short stories, in print and eBook.