When I roused, I was in a hospital bed, in the Reception House, coming round from anesthesia. A handsome but stern woman bent over me. Gently brushing my forehead with her hand, she said, "You see, it was irrational to take out an unauthorised buggy, wasn"t it?" Those were the first words Mary Fangold ever said to me.
Only later did I find that my shattered right leg had been removed and a synthetic limb grown in its place.
Now I understood the meaning of the silver carp that my dear friend had shown me in a dream. It swam away from her to indicate that one could live well without legs.
Tom Jefferies came to visit me every day. It was he who had discovered me, trapped in my stolen buggy.
Perhaps he felt he had been given my life to compensate for the loss of Antonia"s. I loved him platonically. It was like a fairy tale. I clung to him. I could not let him out of my sight; he was to me the father and mother I had never had.
When I was out of hospital, I besought him and besought him, as a man of destiny, to let me love him and look after him. So I became his adopted daughter, Cang Hai Jefferies.
And all this time - little though I realised it - Tom was planning a const.i.tution for Utopia, and holding discussions with people every day.Testimony of Tom Jefferies
6.
A Non-Zero Future!
Stranded on Mars! Although I wished only to mourn the death of Antonia, some force within me insisted that I should turn to the future and face the challenge of existence on a Mars isolated for an indefinite period.
This necessity became more urgent when we were confronted by a wave of suicides. There were those whose spirit was not strong enough to face this challenge. Whereas I saw it as an opportunity. Perhaps it was curiosity that drove me on.
Taking command, I ordered that there should be only one memorial service for all suicides, which numbered thirty-one, the majority of them single men in their thirties. I viewed the act of despair with some contempt and saw to it that the memorial service was kept short. At its conclusion the corpses were consigned to the biogas chambers below ground.
"Now we are free to build our future constructively," I declared. "Our future lies in operating as a unit. If we fail to cooperate - zero future!"
The strange airless landscapes beyond our domes had only a remote relationship with our existences; our task was to make good what was inside, not outside, the domes. And since I had taken command - though not without opposition - a grand plan developed slowly in my mind: a plan to transform our society, and hence humanity itself.
I called people together. I wanted to address them direct and not through the Ambient.
"I"m going to kick down a rotten door. I"m going to let light in on human society. I need your help to do it." That"s what I said. "I"m going to make us live as we dream of being - great and wise people, circ.u.mspect, daring, inventive, loving, just. The people we deserve to be.
"All we have to do is dare to throw away the old and difficult crooked ways and leap towards the new and difficult and wonderful!"
I was determined that the collapse of EUPACUS and our subsequent isolation on Mars - for however long that might be - should not be viewed negatively. After the considerable sacrifices everyone had made to reach the Red Planet, we had to struggle to exist, to prove something. With the death of my beloved wife, I decided I would never leave Mars, but remain here all my days, finally to mingle my spirit with hers.
Ambient was already in place. Working with other technicians, we extended it so that everyone had a station. I now sent out a nine-point questionnaire, enquiring into which features of terrestrial life we who were temporarily stranded on Mars were most pleased to escape. I asked for a philosophical approach to the question; such factors as bad housing, uncertain climatic conditions, etc., were to be taken for granted.
Instead of isolating myself with any period of mourning, I set about a.n.a.lysing the responses I received. Remarkably, 91 per cent of the domes" inhabitants answered my questionnaire.
Enlisting the a.s.sistance of able organisers, I announced that there would be a meeting to discuss the ways in which we might govern ourselves happily, in justice and truth. All Martian citizens were invited to attend.
At this momentous meeting, a great crowd a.s.sembled in our grandest meeting-place, Hindenburg Hall. I took the chair, with the distinguished scientist, Dreiser Hawkwood, at my right hand.
"There is only one way in which we can survive the crisis of isolation," I said. "We must cooperate as never before. We do not know how long we will have to stay on Mars with our limited resources. It will be sensible to antic.i.p.ate a long stay before world finances and the pieces of EUPACUS are put together again. We must make the best of this opportunity to work together as a species.
"Do not let us regard ourselves as victims. We are proud representatives of the human race who have been granted an unique chance to enter into an unprecedented degree of cooperation. We shall make ourselves and our society anew - to turn a new page in human history, as befits the new circ.u.mstances in which we find ourselves."
Dreiser Hawkwood rose. "On behalf of the scientific community, I welcome Tom Jefferies"s approach. We must work as a unit, setting aside nationality and self-interest. Without attributing intention to what looks like blind chance, we may be given this opportunity to put ourselves to a test, to see what miracles unity can work.
"The humble lichen you see on boulders or stonework back home can flourish in the most inhospitable environments. Lichen is a symbiosis between an alga and a fungus. We might regard that as an inspiring example of cooperation. On this boulder, on which we are temporarily stranded, we will also survive.
"Remember that our survival is necessary for more than personal reasons, important though those are. We scientists are here to press forward with the Smudge Project, in which much finance and effort has been invested. A positive result will influence the way in which we comprehend our universe. For a successful outcome, here too we need unity and what we used to call good old team work..."
Heartened by Hawkwood"s support, I went on to say, "In our misfortune we can see great good fortune. We are in a position to try something new, revolutionary. We have here a population equivalent to that of ancient Athens in numbers - and in intellect about equal - and in knowledge much greater. We are therefore ideally placed to establish a small republic for ourselves, banning those elements of existence we dislike, as far as that is possible, and enshrining the good in a const.i.tution upon which all can agree. That way we can flourish. Otherwise, we fall into chaos. Chaos or new order? Let"s talk about it."
As I spoke, I heard murmurs of dissent from the audience. Among the visiting YEAs were many who cared nothing for the Smudge Project and regarded Hawkwood as a career man.
A Jamaican TV star, by name Vance Alysha, one of the YEAs, spoke for many when he rose and said, "This Smudge Project is typical of the way science has become the tool of the rich. It"s all abstract nowadays. There was a time when scientific, or let"s say technological, advance brought the poor many advantages. It made life easier -you know, motorbikes, motor cars, refrigerators, radio, of course, and the television. All that was practical, and benefited the poor all over the world. Now it"s all abstract, and increases the gulf between rich and poor - certainly in the Caribbean, where I come from. Life becomes harder all the time for our people."
There were murmurs of approval from the hall. Dreiser asked, "Is it an abstraction that such ills as cancer and Alzheimer"s disease are now curable? We cannot predict exactly what the Smudge will bring, but certainly we would not be here on Mars without investment in the research."
At this point a young dark-eyed woman stood up and said, in clear tones, "Some may view our being stranded here as a misfortune. They should think again. I would like to point out that our being here, living in the first community away from Earth and Luna, comes as the end result of many kinds of science and knowledge acc.u.mulated throughout the centuries - science both abstract and practical.
"We"re fooling ourselves if we don"t grasp this opportunity to learn new things."
As she sat down, Hawkwood leaned forward and asked her what sort of things she imagined we should learn.
She stood up again. "Consciousness. Our faulty consciousness. How does it come about? Is it affected perhaps by magneto-gravitic forces? In the lighter gravity of Mars, will our consciousness improve, enlarge? I don"t know." She gave an apologetic laugh. "You"re the scientist, Dr. Hawkwood, not I." She sat down, looking abashed at having spoken out.
"May I ask your name?" This from Hawkwood.
"Yes. My name is Kathi Skadmorr and I come from Hobart in Tasmania. I worked in Water Resources in Darwin for my community year."
He nodded and gave me a significant look.
a.s.sembled in the Hindenburg Hall were almost all the men, women, and children on the planet. Since there were insufficient chairs to seat everyone, boxes and benches were drawn up. When everyone was as comfortable as could be, the discussion proper began.
It was interrupted almost at once by a commotion from the rear door, and female cries for us to wait a minute.
In came three overalled women from Communications, bringing with them lights and video cameras.
The leader, Suung Saybin, showed herself to be a perceptive woman. She had thought of something that had not occurred to the rest of us. "Allow us to set up our equipment," she said. "This may prove an historic occasion, which must be recorded for others to study."
The scene was lit, she gave the sign, we began our discussion.
Almost immediately a group of six masked men charged the platform. Both Dreiser and I were roughly seized.
One of the masked men shouted, "We don"t need discussion. These men are criminals! This dome remains EUPACUS territory. They have no right to speak. We are in charge here until EUPACUS returns-"
But they were mistaken in naming EUPACUS so boldly. It had turned into a hated name, the name of failure, the label for those who had isolated us. Half the hall rose en ma.s.se and marched forward. Had any of the masked intruders been armed - but guns were forbidden on Mars - there would have been shooting at this point. Instead, a fight ensued, in which the intruders were easily overpowered and Dreiser and I released.
How were the masked men to be punished? All proved to be EUPACUS technicians in charge of landing operations, refuelling or repairs. They were not popular. I sent for six pairs of handcuffs, and had them cuffed around metal pillars for six hours, with their masks removed.
"Is that all their punishment?" asked one of my rescuers.
"Absolutely. They will not reoffend. They suddenly lost their authority. They are only disoriented by the new situation, as we are. Now everyone can have a look at them. That will be shame enough."
One of my attackers shouted that I was a fascist.
"You are the fascist," I said. "You wanted to rule by force. I want to use persuasion - to bring about a just and decent society here, not a mob."
He challenged me to define just and decent.
I told him I would not define what the words meant just then, particularly since I had never experienced a just and decent society. Nevertheless, I hoped that we would work together to form a society based on those principles. We all knew what just and decent meant in practice, even if we did not define them with precision. And I hoped that in a few months we would recognise them as prevailing in Mars City.
The man listened closely to this, pausing before he spoke.
"My name, sir, is Stephens, Beaumont Stephens, known as "Beau". I will a.s.sist your endeavours if you will free me from these handcuffs."
I told him that he must serve his punishment. Then he would be welcome to help me.
Our forum found a powerful supporter in Mary Fangold, the woman who ran the Reception House. She was a neat, rather severe-looking woman in her late thirties, of Mediterranean cast, with dark hair cut short, and striking dark blue eyes. I had developed a strong liking for her through her kindness to Antonia in the latter"s last days.
"If we are to survive here as a society, then everyone must be given a chance to be part of that society." Her voice, while far from shrill, held a ring of conviction. I was to find that indeed she was a woman with a strong will. "On Earth, as we all know, millions of people are thrown on the sc.r.a.p heap. They"re unemployed, degraded, rendered useless, while the rich and Megarich employ androids. These wasteful creatures are the new enemies of the poor - as well as being inefficient.
"It"s no good talking about a just society. First of all, we must ensure that everyone works, and is kept busy at a job that suits her or his intellect."
"What job is that?" someone shouted.
Mary Fangold replied coolly, "My Reception House must become our hospital. I need enlarged premises, more wards, more equipment of all kinds. Come and see me tomorrow."
While I had antic.i.p.ated that many of us would harbour negative responses, even feeling suicidal, about being stranded on Mars, I had not expected so many clearly stated objections to everyday existence on Earth. These the forum wished to discuss first of all, as bugbears to be disposed of.
These bugbears came roughly under five heads, we finally decided. The first four were Mistaken Historicism, Transcendics, Market Domination and Popular Subscription, all of which made existence more difficult than it need be for the mult.i.tudinous occupants of our green mother planet. Fifthly, there was the older problem of the rich and the poor, the Haves and Have Nots, a problem of heightened intensity since a long-living Megarich cla.s.s had developed.
When it came my turn to sum up the debate, which continued for some days, I had this to say (I"m checking here with the records): "Some issues on Earth are much discussed, or at least make the headlines. They consist in the main of crime, education, abortion, s.e.x, climate, and maybe a few other issues of more local interest. These issues could be fairly easily dealt with, if the will were there.
"For instance, education could be improved if the teaching profession were paid more and better respected. That would happen if children and their futures were the subject of more active general concern. And, if that were the case, then crime rates would fall, since it is the disappointed and angry child who becomes the adult lawbreaker. And so on.
"Unfortunately, a dumbing-down of culture has precluded the general consideration of five issues about which you have expressed unhappiness. They are far less easy to deal with, being more nebulous. Perhaps they are difficult to discern in the general hubbub of competing voices and anxieties. The six thousand of us a.s.sembled here must seize on the time and chance we have been given to consider and, if possible, to eliminate these issues.
"I will take these issues, which do not mirror our needs for a decent society and are impediments to such a society, one by one, although they are interrelated.
"Mistaken Historicism is a clumsy label for the problems of squaring a global culture with varied local traditions. The problems spring perhaps from conflating human history with evolutionary development. We are p.r.o.ne to conceive of deep cultural differences as merely an episode on the way to a universal consensus - a developmental phase, let"s say, to an h.o.m.ogenous civilisation. Our expectation is that these various local traditions will die out and the global population become h.o.m.ogenised. This idea is patronising, and will not hold water much longer, as the days of Euro-Caucasian hegemony draw to a close.
"For example, we cannot expect the quarter of the terrestrial population that speaks a Chinese language to convert to English instead. Nor can we expect those whose faith is in Mohammed to turn into churchgoers of the Methodist persuasion. The Chinese and the Muslims may fly by airplanes manufactured in the United States for at least a few decades longer: that does not alter their inward beliefs in the superiority of their own traditions one whit.
"We observe the tenacity of tradition even within the European Union. A Swede may spend all his working life in Trieste, designing parts for the fridge wagons; he may speak fluent Italian and enjoy the local pasta; he may holiday on the beaches of Rimini. But, when it comes time to retire, he returns to Sweden, buys a bungalow in the archipelago, and behaves as if he had never left home. He soon forgets how to speak Italian.
"Our traditional roots are valuable to us. We may argue whether or not they should be, but the fact remains that they are. Nor are the arguments against them always valid.
"For instance, such roots are supposedly the cause of war. True, certainly they have been in the past. There were the Crusades, the Opium Wars against China, and so on and so forth. But modern wars, when they happen, are most frequently not between different civilisations but are waged among the same civilisations, as were the terrible wars in Europe between 1914 and 1918 and 1939 and 1945.
"The mistaken a.s.sumption that cultural differences are going to disappear and a single civilisation will prevail, perhaps in the manner of Mr. H.G. Wells"s Modern Utopia, has precluded constructive intellectual thought on ways to ease friction between cultures which are, in fact, permanent and rather obdurate features of the world in which we have to live. The sorry tale of the conflict between Israel and Palestine is a recent example of the ill effects of Mistaken Historicism.
"If we could drop our Mistaken Historicism, we might establish more effective international buffers for intercultural relationships."
At this point there was an important intervention by a small sharp-featured man with scanty white hair. He rose and introduced himself as Charles Bondi, a worker on the Smudge Project, whom we already knew was one of the prime movers of the scientific project.
"While I take your point about linguistic differences and religious differences and so forth," he said, in a pleasant husky voice, "these are all global items we have learned to put up with, and to some extent overcome. I believe it might be claimed that cultural differences are dying out, at least where it matters, in public relations. Certainly there is evidence of a fairly general wish to help them die out, or else we would have no revived United Nationalities.
"You could argue, indeed, that Mistaken Historicism was mistaken but is no longer. Don"t we see a convergence in prevailing att.i.tudes of materialism, for instance, in East and West - and all points in between? What we want is a new idea, something that overrides cultural difference. I believe that the revelations that the detection of a Smudge phenomenon will grant us could be that transforming idea."
"We"ll discuss that question when a Smudge has been identified," I said.
"Smudge interception is vastly more likely than Utopia," Bondi said, sharply. I thought it wiser not to answer, and continued with my list.
"We come next to Transcendics. I use the term rather loosely, not in the Kantian sense, but to mean the transcendence of humanity over everything else on the globe. Perhaps anthropocentrism would be a better word. Despite the growth of geophysiology, people by and large value things only as they are useful for human purposes. The rhinoceros, to take an obvious example, was hunted to extinction within the last forty years, simply because its horn was valued as an aphrodisiac. This splendid creature was killed off for an erroneous notion.
"But more widely we still use our seas as cesspits and our globe as a doormat. We take and take and consume and consume. We have a belief that we are able to adapt to any adverse change, and can survive and triumph, in spite of all the diseases that rage among us - in many cases diseases we have provoked through our ruination of the balance of nature. For instance when that vegetarian grazing animal, the cow, was fed meat and offal, bovine spongiform encephalitis infected herds and spread to the perpetrators of the crime.
"The myth of man"s superiority over all other forms of life is, I"m bound to say, propagated by the Judaic and Christian religions. The truth is that the globe would thrive without human beings. If our kind was wiped from the earth, it would heal over in no time and it would be as if we had never been..."
At this point, reflection on the miseries we had created for ourselves on the beautiful terrestrial globe overcame me. I cried aloud in protest at my own words, knowing in my heart that, though we must make the best of our opportunities on Mars, Mars would never be the lovely place that Earth was, or had been.
Perhaps I should interrupt my narrative here to say that the hall in which we held our public discussions was dominated by a blow-up of one of the most extraordinary photographs of the Technological Age. Towering over us in black and white was a shot taken in 1937 of an enormous firework display. When the n.a.z.i airship the Hindenburg Hindenburg was about to attach itself to a mooring mast, having flown across the Atlantic to the United States, its hydrogen tanks exploded and the great zeppelin burst into flame. was about to attach itself to a mooring mast, having flown across the Atlantic to the United States, its hydrogen tanks exploded and the great zeppelin burst into flame.
That beautiful, terrifying picture, of the gigantic structure sinking to the ground, may seem like the wrong signal to those who had crossed a far greater distance of s.p.a.ce than had the ill-fated airship. Yet it held inspiration. It showed the fallibility of man"s technological schemes and reminded us of evil nationalist aspirations while remaining a grand Promethean image. We spoke under this magnificent Ja.n.u.s-faced symbol.
But, for a moment, I was unable to speak.
Seeing my distress, Hal Kissorian, a statistical demographer and one of the stranded YEAs, spoke up cheerfully.
"We all have complaints against our mother planet, Tom, much though we love it. But we have to learn things anew, to suit our new circ.u.mstances here. Do not be afraid to speak out.
"Let me offer you and all of us some comfort. I have been looking into the computer records, and have discovered that only fifteen per cent of us Martians here a.s.sembled are the first-borns in their families. The great majority of us are later-born sons and daughters."
There was some laughter at the apparent irrelevance of this finding.
Kissorian himself laughed so that his unruly hair flopped over his brow. He was a cheerful, rather wanton-looking, young fellow. "We laugh. We are being traditional. Yet the fact is that over a great range of scientific discoveries and social upheavals which have changed mankind"s view of itself, the effects of familial birth order have played their part."
At calls for examples, Kissorian instanced Copernicus, William Harvey, discoverer of the circulation of the blood, William G.o.dwin with An Enquiry Concerning Political Justice, An Enquiry Concerning Political Justice, Florence Nightingale, The Lady with the Lamp", the great Charles Darwin, Alfred Wallace, Marx, Lenin, Dreiser Hawkwood, and many others, all later-born progeny. Florence Nightingale, The Lady with the Lamp", the great Charles Darwin, Alfred Wallace, Marx, Lenin, Dreiser Hawkwood, and many others, all later-born progeny.
A DOP I recognised as John Homer Bateson, the retired princ.i.p.al of an American university, agreed. "Francis Bacon, Lord Verulam, makes more or less the same point," he said, leaning forward and clutching the chair back in front of him with a skeletal hand, "in one of his essays or counsels. He says that, among children, the eldest are respected and the youngest become wantons. That"s the term he uses -wantons! But in between are offspring who are pretty well neglected, and they prove themselves to be the best of the bunch."
This observation was delivered with such majesty that it incurred a number of boos.
Whereupon the retired princ.i.p.al remarked that dumbing-down had already settled itself on Mars.
"Anything can be proved by statistics," someone called to Kissorian.
"My claim will demonstrate its validity here by our general contrary traits and our wish to change the world," Kissorian replied, unperturbed.