H_O_M_O_ R_A_T_I_O_N_A_L_I_S_(SCIENCE FICTION)Chris MYRSKI, Sofia, Bulgaria ?1979 ... 2023— — — — —
— — — — — CONTENTS Foreword The recruit It sounds logical The discovery of professor Kolossov The stimulator of Peter MacGreeves The clover The marriage proposal Right of choice Homo Rationalis The tunnel The cannibals Biological partner The order The sixth day Homo Retarded Nights and days of a young robo-mother What else if not afterlife? Afterword — — — — — P A R T E I G H T — excerpts!THE SIXTH DAY With the first rays of the sun he opened his eyes and stretched himself so that nearly fell out of the cloud, where he has spent the night, and yawned so as if intended to swallow the trans-space capsule, which peacefully swayed at a distance of one stones throw from him. But these were only hyperboles, thought he, because there was no way for him to fall out of the cloud, for he was entirely hung with anti-gravity bracelets. Yet even if they all to the last one have broken down then with him, still, nothing could have happened, for the reason that he would have instantly transformed in sub-material form, which can not burn out even in a plasma fire, to give an example. When he takes material shape, though, why not to use also material similes, ah? He turned down with the face, blew a bit to the side part of the cloud, and started to stare at the planet below him. Good planet, third from the star, with blue sky, white clouds, and already green fields and forests. Serrated water areas — big and small —, nice for his material body climate, and, the most important, his planet, for whole five days he has populated it with all kinds of organic matter. Well, the days were quite relative term, because if he did not return in far away geological times and did not jump ahead in order to check what is the result, he would have never finished the work properly and in time. But he always fulfilled it, regardless of local planetary days, because he have never liked to leave the things of today for tomorrow, although for him there was no today or tomorrow. For a non-material being neither the time nor the space had special meaning. He lived practically forever, from the standpoint of material organisms which he created, and his dying was simply a way of changing of one idea with another, because the ideas wore out with the time (like also the matter), with his personal time, naturally. Now he hovered somewhere over the Tropic and wondered whether to depart for the next appointment, or to spend the following two days off here, because such was the mode of work of the Creators — five local days of creation of life on the current planet and two local days deserved rest where he wants. But where to hurry when: just as he departed, in the same moment he will arrive, because the idea is transported instantaneously, and if he will drag with the capsule with equipment he will all the same be late, even by trans-jumps, so that on the new place surely another capsule will expect him. Hence there were three variants: either to linger a bit longer here, or move to the new place, or stay for a while in the Populating Center. The new place most probably will be total boredom, not only because it is still not populated, but because under the local conditions there could be thought only about silicone life, which, however one looks at it, is a boring thing. In the Center he could exchange a pair of gossips with other colleagues, but there he, anyway, stopped quite often, so that this variant also did not attract him much. So that he better looks one more time at this planet and enjoys his current body. Having decided this he entered the ship-laboratory and started one thorough testing program looking quickly over the results on a three-dimensional display. Cycles, cycles, and again cycles — more than a million vegetative and animal species, and everything is tied with simple or more complicated cycles, because life is one dynamical equilibrium. And even pretty fragile equilibrium, because this organics was incredible delicate. To such extent delicate, that if it was left to develop alone, according to the principles of the Universe, the life of such spectral* beings like he would have been very dull, because until somewhere appears some poor life and the star may already extinguish. For this reason was necessary to sow this life, to form the genes of each species, to model the interaction of related species on thousand levels (because everything was related with everything), and even somewhere to change a little the very planet, in order to make it slightly more hospitable to the life on it. Here, for example, was necessary to change a bit the tilt of its axis in order to make the climate milder, and in result of this some huge reptiles disappeared. Well, he could have returned back in the time and restored them, but this isn't a big disaster. They would have in any event died later, because so many tons of meat and with just grams of brain are not very stable systems, yet they were necessary as a link in the whole system, and organic matter — as much as you want, and even more — and he switched the checking in automated mode and become lost in thoughts. [ * You know what spectral means, but let me remind you that the spectre /specter is of Latin origin and means a spirit, apparition, and for this reason this word is accepted also for the decomposition of white light. ] Yeah, everything is mutually tied and obeys the laws, so that to give maximum variety, because ... Feb 2001 — — — — — HOMO RETARDED It was late afternoon hour and Jeane Fitz-Jeane, known in general public as the Great Jeane, and amidst her not many close acquaintances as Jeane-Fizz was lying in a chaise longue on her terrace with a glass of drink in hand, and swaying slightly enjoyed the weakening rays of the October sun. No, the drink was not gin-fizz, it was an orange juice with a small amount — well, maybe not really small — of vodka. Jeane could allow herself to sway as much as she wants, because an octogenarian (a second day already) has not much else to do. Well, in academic circles it is a bit otherwise, there the people are endured like lifelong monarchs, or like the Roman Pope, i.e. until the "dear God" calls them to Himself, so that she had a pair of lectures in a week in one University, but she repeated for years well known things, for which she needed not to prepare the material. What has been, has been, and long ago, and in genetic engineering one can do nothing without good computerized systems, so that there was not much what to teach her students, because the details were pretty numerous for to remember them. Yet in her time, a bit more that 50 years back, everything was different, then she was young doctor and was racking her brains what to do for the humanity. Well, not precisely so, of course, she was racking her brains what to do in order to stand out before the others, because there were heaps of doctors. And having wondered so for five or six years she once asked herself: now why when a person is most capable and hard-working and so on, i.e. when he or she is young, until he has reached the middle of his life path, so why exactly then he has to lose most of his time for sex and various amorous infatuations? Because it was really so, in the sense that the very act is short business, but the preparation is proportional to the supreme moment like ... well, like a space rocket on chemical fuel to the very flying module — 20 or 30 times to one, something like this, and there is also aftereffect, so that this is directly lost time. Not that the sex is a bad thing, but why not in other time, and when one is young to use one's time more reasonable. Well, the answer was clear, because exactly then one is most capable to conceive et cetera, yet now, in 24th century, after about two centuries or more when rarely some woman will decide to bear the fetus and give birth, this was entirely unnecessary. Id est, the times change, and, hence, one can, and must, adapt to them, change one's stereotypes. Because for the men is better that they were older, there are somehow more chances to pass something new from themselves to the offsprings, and from women long ago take, just in case, till 5 ova in the age between 25 and 40 years, so that it was able to perform artificial insemination also later; and more than one child per a parent — well, two, of course, meaning one for the one parent and one for the other, yet this is all the same not much — neither is well accepted by the society, nor the very people now want it. She, for example, has one daughter, Joan, already with her daughter above 20, and a son, Jerome, who has not yet descendants because all the time postpones this business — and she rose from the chaise longue for to pour himself some more vodka, with a piece of ice. So that, if it was possible to reverse the things, it might have been better, said she to herself (at one drinking party, because on a sober mind such phantasmagorias can never enter into your head). OK, but if they will be exactly reversed, this means that we have to leave sucklings and infants to copulate all day long, what is not very healthy, even if this was possible, and also the end has to be somehow fine, right? Because in French it is fin, but thin or fine is also fin; or we can take also our English fish fin, which, obviously, becomes thinner at the end, and compare it with "fine". Well, maybe the languages also are important, because she even then was interested in foreign words (she knew French and Spanish, in addition to her native English), and quite later (although from that time have passed already more than 30 years) she learned German, and now reads sometimes something with a dictionary also in Italian, as well in Hollandaise. It is so, naturally, the languages tell many things about this how people look at life — and she swallowed a decent sip, for to prevent the warming of the drink again. So, it turns out that exactly reversing is not good, but some delaying or retardation could be suitable. For example, ... Oct 2012 — — — — — |
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