Verbal Text from: PATTERNS OF GROWTH.
A Tapestudy in Genetics: #1 "An Interview with Ariane Emory": pt. 1 Reseune Educational Publications: 8970-8768-1 approved for 80+
Q: Dr. Emory, thank you for giving us the chance for a few direct questions about your work.
A: I"m glad to have the opportunity. Thank you. Go on.
Q: Your parents founded Reseune. Everyone knows that. Are you aware some biographers have called you the chief architect of Union?
A: I"ve heard the charge, [mild laughter] I wish they"d wait till I"m dead.
Q: You deny your effect-politically as well as scientifically?
A: I"m no more the architect than Bok was. Science is not politics. It may affect it. We have so little time. Could I interject an observation of my own-which may answer some of your questions in one?
Q: By all means.
A: When we came out from Earth we were a selected genepool. We were sifted by politics, by economics, by the very fact that we were fit for s.p.a.ce. Most of the wave that reached the Hinder Stars were colonists and crews very carefully vetted by Sol Station, the allegedly unfit turned down, the brightest and the best, I think the phrase was then, sent out to the stars. By the time the wave reached Pell, the genepool had widened a bit, but not at all representative of Sol Station, let alone Earth-we did get one large influx when politics on Earth took a hand, and the wave that founded Union ended up mostly Eastern bloc, as they used to call it. A lot of chance entered the genepool in that final push-before Earth slammed the embargo down and stopped genetic export for a long time.
Cyteen was the sifting of the sifting of the sifting. . . meaning that if there was one population artificially selected to the extreme, it was Cyteen-which was mostly Eastern bloc, mostly scientists, and very, very small, and very far, at that time, from trade and the-call it . . . pollination . . . performed by the merchanters. That was a dangerous situation. Hence Reseune. That"s where we began. That"s what we"re really for. People think of Reseune and azi. Azi were only a means to an end, and one day, when the population has reached what they call tech-growth positive, meaning that consumption will sustain ma.s.s production-azi will no longer be produced in those areas.
But meanwhile azi serve another function. Azi are are the reservoir of every genetic trait we"ve been able to identify. We have tended to cull the evidently deleterious genes, of course. But there"s a downside to small genepools, no matter how carefully selected, there"s a downside in lack of resiliency, lack of available responses to the environment. Expansion is absolutely necessary, to avoid concentration of an originally limited genepool in the central locus of Union. We are not speaking of eugenics. We are speaking of diaspora. We are speaking of the necessary dispersion of genetic information in essentially the same ratios as that present on ancestral Earth. And we have so little time. the reservoir of every genetic trait we"ve been able to identify. We have tended to cull the evidently deleterious genes, of course. But there"s a downside to small genepools, no matter how carefully selected, there"s a downside in lack of resiliency, lack of available responses to the environment. Expansion is absolutely necessary, to avoid concentration of an originally limited genepool in the central locus of Union. We are not speaking of eugenics. We are speaking of diaspora. We are speaking of the necessary dispersion of genetic information in essentially the same ratios as that present on ancestral Earth. And we have so little time.
Q: Why-so little time?
A: Because population increases exponentially and fills an ecosystem, be it planet or station, in a relatively short time. If that population contains insufficient genetic information, that population, especially a population at greater density than the peripheries of the system-we are of course speaking of Cyteen-and sitting at the cultural center of Union, which is another dimension not available to lower lifeforms, but very significant in terms of a creature able to engineer its own systems in all senses-if that population, I say, in such power, contains inadequate genetic information, it will run into trouble and confront itself with emergency choices which may be culturally or genetically radical. In spreading into s.p.a.ce at much lesser density and with such preselection at work, humankind faces potential evolutionary catastrophe in a relatively small number of generations-either divergence too extreme to survive severe challenge or divergence into a genetic crisis of a different and unpredictable outcome-certainly the creation of new species of genus h.o.m.o genus h.o.m.o and very probably the creation of genetic dead ends and political tragedy. Never forget that we are more than a social animal, we are a political animal; and we are capable of becoming our own compet.i.tor. and very probably the creation of genetic dead ends and political tragedy. Never forget that we are more than a social animal, we are a political animal; and we are capable of becoming our own compet.i.tor.
Q: You mean war.
A: Or predation. Or predation. Never forget that. Dispersion is absolutely essential, but so are adequately diverse genepools in the scattered pockets that result. That is the reason azi were created and continue to be created. They are the vectors of that diversity, and that some economic interests have found them-profitable-is understandable but overall repugnant to me personally and to everything Reseune stands for. History may accuse me of many things, ser, but I care profoundly what becomes of the azi, and I have exerted every influence to a.s.sure their legal protection. We do not create Thetas because we want cheap labor. We create Thetas because they are an essential and important part of human alternatives. The ThR-23 hand-eye coordination, for instance, is exceptional. Their psychset lets them operate very well in environments in which CIT geniuses would a.s.suredly fail. They are tough, ser, in ways I find thoroughly admirable, and I recommend you, if you ever find yourself in a difficult situation in Cyteen"s wilderness, hope your companion is a ThR azi, who will survive, ser, to perpetuate his type, even if you do not. That is genetic alternative at work.
Someday there will be no more azi. They will have fulfilled their purpose, which is to increase, and multiply, and fill the gaps in the human record as the original genepool disperses to a mathematically determined population density-as it must disperse, for its own future well-being, its own genetic health.
I say again: azi are genetic alternative. They are the vector for change and adaptation in the greatest challenge the human species has yet faced. They are as they are precisely because the time within which this can be accomplished is so very brief. Reseune has not opposed the creation of additional labs, simply because its interests are primarily scientific and because the task of maintaining the impetus to expansion requires vast production and education facilities. But Reseune has never relinquished its role in the creation and selection of new genesets: no other laboratory has the right to originate genetic material.
While you"re being patient, let me make two most essential points: one- Reseune insists on the full integration of all all azi genesets into the citizen population in any area of Union that has achieved cla.s.s one status: in practical terms-azi are ideally a one-generation proposition: their primary purpose is not labor, but to open a colonial area, bring it up to productivity, and produce offspring who will enter the citizen genepool in sufficient numbers to guarantee genetic variety. The only azi who should be produced for any other purpose are those generated as a stopgap measure for defense and other emergencies in the national interest; those engaged in certain critical job cla.s.sifications; and those generated for appropriate research in licensed facilities. azi genesets into the citizen population in any area of Union that has achieved cla.s.s one status: in practical terms-azi are ideally a one-generation proposition: their primary purpose is not labor, but to open a colonial area, bring it up to productivity, and produce offspring who will enter the citizen genepool in sufficient numbers to guarantee genetic variety. The only azi who should be produced for any other purpose are those generated as a stopgap measure for defense and other emergencies in the national interest; those engaged in certain critical job cla.s.sifications; and those generated for appropriate research in licensed facilities.
Two-Reseune will oppose any interest which seeks to inst.i.tutionalize azi as an economic necessity. In no wise should the birthlabs be perpetuated as a purely profit-making operation. That was never their purpose.
Q: Are you saying you have interests in common with the Abolitionists?
A: Absolutely. We always have had.
CHAPTER 5.
i Florian ran along the sidewalk that crossed the face of Barracks 3, remembered politeness when he met a handful of adults coming the other way, stopped, stood aside, panting, and gave a little bow that the adults returned with the slightest nods of their heads. Because they were older. Because Florian was six and because it was natural for a boy to want to run but it was also natural for adults to have serious business on their minds.
So, this time, did Florian have business. He was fresh from tapestudy. He had an a.s.signment, a real, every-morning a.s.signment. It was the most important thing that had ever happened to him, he loved everything about it, and he had been so excited he had begged the Super twice to let him go there and not to the Rec Hall where he was supposed to go after tape.
"What," the Super had said, with a smile and a little twinkle in her eye that he was sure meant she was going to let him, "no Rec? Work and Rec are both important, Florian."
"I"ve had Rec before," he had said. "Please." "Please."
She had given him the chit then, and and the Rec chit, for later, she had said, as long as he showed it to the Work Super first. And held out her arms. Hug the Super, the very the Rec chit, for later, she had said, as long as he showed it to the Work Super first. And held out her arms. Hug the Super, the very nice nice Super, and Super, and don"t don"t run in the hall, walk, walk, and walk, as far as the door, walk down the sidewalk until he hit the downhill road, and then run in the hall, walk, walk, and walk, as far as the door, walk down the sidewalk until he hit the downhill road, and then run, run, fast as he could. fast as he could.
Which was fast, because he was not only Alpha-smart, he was good at running.
Down the shortcut between Barracks 4 and 5, zip across the road, and shortcut again to the path that led to the AG building. He slowed down finally because his side was hurting, and he hoped in the way of things that moved everybody around all the time, Olders with younger boys, they were going to check him into a bunk a little closer to AG next month: it was far far from Barracks 104. from Barracks 104.
Olders with jobs had priority on the bunks nearest. That was what he had heard from an Older, who was Kappa, who said he was always in the same barracks-group.
He caught his breath as he walked up to AG-100. He had been near here before. He had seen the pens. He liked the smell. It was-it was the way AG smelled, that was all, and there was nothing like it.
It was a kind of an Ad place in front. All white, with a seal-door, of course. You were supposed to go to Ad. He knew that the way tape showed you things. He pulled down the door-latch and it let him into a busy office, where there was a counter he was supposed to go to.
He could lean on counters lately. Just barely. He was not as tall as other sixes. Taller than some, though. He waited till a Worker turned around and came to see what he wanted.
"I"m Florian AF-9979," he said, and held up the red chit. "I"m a.s.signed here."
She gave him a polite nod and took the chit. He waited, licking dry lips, not fidgeting while she put it in the machine.
"You certainly are," she said. "Do you know how to follow the colors?"
"Yes," he said with no doubt at all.
And didn"t ask questions because she was a Worker doing her Job and she would probably say. If you didn"t get everything you needed when she was finished then you asked. That way you didn"t make people make mistakes. Which was a Fault on your side. He knew.
She sat down at a keyboard, she typed, and the machine put out a card she took and added a clip to. He watched, excited because he knew it was a keycard, and it was probably his because she was working on his Business.
She brought it to him and leaned over the counter to show him things about it; he stood on tiptoe and twisted around so they could both see.
"There"s your name, there are your colors. This is a keycard. You clip it to your pocket. Whenever you change clothes you clip it to your pocket. That"s very serious. If you lose it come to this office immediately."
"Yes," he said. It all clicked with things tape said.
"Have you any questions?"
"No. Thank you."
"Thank you, Florian."
Little bow. Walk, Walk, then, back out the door and onto the walk and look up at the corner of the building where the color-codes started, but he could read all the words on the card anyway: and on the building. then, back out the door and onto the walk and look up at the corner of the building where the color-codes started, but he could read all the words on the card anyway: and on the building.
Walk. No running now. This was Business and he was important. Blue was his color and white inside that and green inside the white, so he went the blue direction until he was inside blue and then inside blue"s white zone. The squares told him. More and more exciting. It was the pens. He saw green finally on a sign at the intersection of the gravel walks and followed that way until he saw the green building, which also said AG 899. That was right. No running now. This was Business and he was important. Blue was his color and white inside that and green inside the white, so he went the blue direction until he was inside blue and then inside blue"s white zone. The squares told him. More and more exciting. It was the pens. He saw green finally on a sign at the intersection of the gravel walks and followed that way until he saw the green building, which also said AG 899. That was right.
It was a barn of sorts on one side. He asked an azi for the Super, the azi pointed to a big bald man talking to someone over in the big doorway, and he went there and stood until the Super was clear.
"Florian," the Super said when he had seen the card. "Well." Looking him up and down. And called an azi named Andy to take him and show him his work.
But he knew that, from tape. He was supposed to feed the chickens, make sure all the water was clean, and check the temperature on the brooders and the pig nursery. He knew how important that was. "You"re awfully young," Andy said of him, "but you sound like you understand."
"Yes," he said. He was sure he did. So Andy let him show him how much he was to feed, and how he was to mark the chart every time he did, and every time he checked the water; and how you had to be careful not to frighten the chicks because they would hurt each other. He loved how they all bunched up like a fluffy tide, and all went this way or that way; and the piglets squealed and would knock you down if you let them get to swarming round you, which was why you carried a little stick.
He did everything the best he could, and Andy was happy with him, which made him the happiest he had ever been in his life.
He carried buckets and he emptied water pans and Andy said he could try to hold a piglet as long as he was there to watch. It wiggled and squealed and tramped him with its sharp little feet and it got away while he was laughing and trying to protect himself; Andy laughed and said there was a way to do it, but he would show him later.
It was a nice feeling, though. It had been warm and alive in his arms, except he knew pigs were for eating, and for making other pigs, and you had to keep that in mind and not think of them like people.
He dusted himself off and he went out to catch his breath a minute, leaning on the fence rail by the side of the barn.
He saw an animal in that pen that he had never seen, so beautiful that he just stood there with his mouth open and never wanted to blink, it was like that. Red like the cattle, but shiny-pelted, and strong, with long legs and a way of moving that was different than any animal he had ever seen. This one-didn"t walk; it-went. It moved like it was playing a game all by itself.
"What"s that?" he asked, hearing Andy come up by him. "What kind is that?"
"AGCULT-894X," Andy said. "That"s a horse. He"s the first ever lived, the first ever in the world."
ii Ari liked liked the playschool. They got to go out in the open air and play in the sandbox every afternoon. She liked to sit barefoot and make roads with the graders and Tommy or Amy or Sam or Rene would run the trucks and dump them. Sometimes they pretended there were storms and all the toy workers would run and get in the trucks. Sometimes there was a platythere and it tore up the roads and they had to rebuild them. That was what Sam said. Sam"s mother was in engineering and Sam told them about platytheres. She asked maman was that so and maman said yes. Maman had seen them big as the living room couch. There were really big ones way out west. Big as a truck. The one they had was only a middle-sized one, and it was ugly. Ari liked being it. You got to tear up the roads and the walls, just push it right through under the sand and there it all went. the playschool. They got to go out in the open air and play in the sandbox every afternoon. She liked to sit barefoot and make roads with the graders and Tommy or Amy or Sam or Rene would run the trucks and dump them. Sometimes they pretended there were storms and all the toy workers would run and get in the trucks. Sometimes there was a platythere and it tore up the roads and they had to rebuild them. That was what Sam said. Sam"s mother was in engineering and Sam told them about platytheres. She asked maman was that so and maman said yes. Maman had seen them big as the living room couch. There were really big ones way out west. Big as a truck. The one they had was only a middle-sized one, and it was ugly. Ari liked being it. You got to tear up the roads and the walls, just push it right through under the sand and there it all went.
She took it and shoved it along with the sand going over her hand. "Look out," she said to Sam and Amy. "Here it comes." She was tired of Amy building her House. Amy had a big one going, sand all piled up, and Amy made doors and windows in the House, and fussed and fussed with it. Which was no fun, because Sam put a tower on Amy"s house and Amy knocked it off and told him go make a road up to her door, she she was making a house and was making a house and her her house didn"t have towers. Amy got a spoon and hollowed out behind the windows and put plastic in so you couldn"t see inside anyway. She made a wall in front and hollowed out an arch for the road. And they both had had to sit and wait while Amy built. So Ari looked at that arch where the road was supposed to come and thought it would be just the place, and the sand would all come down. "Look out!" house didn"t have towers. Amy got a spoon and hollowed out behind the windows and put plastic in so you couldn"t see inside anyway. She made a wall in front and hollowed out an arch for the road. And they both had had to sit and wait while Amy built. So Ari looked at that arch where the road was supposed to come and thought it would be just the place, and the sand would all come down. "Look out!"
"No!" Amy yelled.
Ari plowed right through it. Bang. Down came the wall. The sand came down on her arm and she just kept going, because platytheres did, no matter what. Even if Amy grabbed her arm and tried to stop her.
Sam helped her knock it down.
Amy yelled and shoved her. She shoved Amy. Phaedra got there and told them they mustn"t fight and they were all going inside.
Early.
So that was nasty Amy Carnath"s fault.
Amy was not back the next day. That was the way with people she fought with. She was sorry about that. You fought with them and they took them away and you only saw them at parties after. There had been Tommy and Angel and Gerry and Kate, and they were gone and couldn"t play with her anymore. So when Amy was gone the next day she moped and sulked and told Phaedra she wanted Amy back.
"If you don"t fight with her," Phaedra said. "We"ll ask sera."
So Amy did come back. But Amy was funny after that. Even Sam was. Every time she did something they let her.
That was no fun, she thought. So she teased them. She stole Sam"s trucks and turned them over. And Sam let her do that. He just sat there and frowned, all unhappy. She knocked Amy"s house down before she was through with it. Amy just pouted.
So she did.
Sam turned his trucks back over and decided they had had a wreck. That was an all-right game. She played too, and set the trucks up. But Amy was still pouting, so she ran a truck at her. "Don"t," Amy snapped at her. "Don"t!"
So she hit her with it. Amy scrambled back and Ari got up and Amy got up. And Amy shoved her.
So she shoved her harder, and kicked her good. Amy hit her. So she hit. And they were hitting each other when Phaedra grabbed her. Amy was crying, and Ari kicked her good before Phaedra s.n.a.t.c.hed her out of reach.
Sam just stood there.
"Amy was a baby," Ari said that night when maman asked her why she had hit Amy.
"Amy can"t come back," maman said. "Not if you"re going to fight."
So she promised they wouldn"t. But she didn"t think so.
Amy was out for a couple of days and she came back. She was all pouty and she kept over to herself and she wasn"t any fun. She wouldn"t even speak when Sam was nice to her.
So Ari walked over and kicked her good, several times. Sam tried to stop her. Phaedra grabbed her by the arm and said she was wrong and she had to sit down and play by herself.
So she did. She took the grader and made sad, angry roads. Sam came over finally and ran a truck on them, but she still hurt. Amy just sat over in the other corner and sniveled. That was what maman called it. Amy wouldn"t even play anymore. Ari felt a knot in her throat that made it hard to swallow, but she was not baby enough to cry, and she hated Amy"s sniveling, that hurt her and made nothing any fun anymore. Sam was sad too.
After that Amy wasn"t there very often. When she was she just sat to herself and Ari hit her once, good, in the back.
Phaedra took Amy by the hand and took her to the door and inside.
Ari went back to Sam and sat down. Valery wasn"t there much at all. Pete wasn"t. She liked them most. That left just Sam, and Sam was just Sam, a kid with a wide face and not much expression on it. Sam was all right, but Sam hardly ever talked, except he knew about platytheres and fixing trucks. She liked him all right. But she lost everything else. If you liked it most, it went away.
It was not Amy she missed, it was Valery. Sera Schwartz had gotten transferred, so that meant Valery was. She had asked him if he would come back and see her. He had said yes. Maman had said it was too far. So she understood that he was really gone and he would not come back at all. She was mad at him for going. But it was not his fault. He gave her his s.p.a.ceship with the red light. That was how sorry he was. Maman had said that she had to give it back, so she had to, before she left the Schwartzes" place and said goodbye.
She did not understand why it was wrong, but Valery had cried and she had. Sera Schwartz had been mad at her. She could tell, even if sera Schwartz was being nice and said she would miss her.
Maman had taken her home and she had cried herself to sleep. Even if maman was mad at something and told her stop crying. She did for a while. But for days after she would snivel. And maman would say stop it, so she did, because maman was getting upset and things were getting tight around the apartment-tight was all she could call it. That made everything awful. So she knew she was upsetting maman.
She was scared sometimes. She could not say why.
She was unhappy about Amy, and she tried to be good to Sam and Tommy, when he came, but she thought if she got Amy back she would hit her again.
She would hit Sam and Tommy too, but if she did she would not have anybody at all. Phaedra said she had to be good, they were running out of kids.
iii "This is the Room," the Instructor said.