Life in a Thousand WorldsHarris, W. S. (William Shuler)
Science
Life in a Thousand Worlds
Harris, W. S. (William Shuler)
Utopias
After my nonplused auditors gained their senses somewhat they ventured
to reply to my coaxing questions; these finally led to the following
interrogations on their part:
"How large is your world?" came a question from one.
"Not quite so large as this one," I replied.
"Have you much soil there?"
"A million times more than you have here."
"What a wonderfully rich world! The people must be gloriously happy
with such fabulous wealth around them."
"The bulk of my fellow-men there are not happy," I sighed. "So many
spend their lives looking for diamonds and gold, the most of whom are
doomed to disappointment."
An incredulous smile crept over the faces of my newly-made friends, and
by it I read the doubt that was arising in their hearts as to the truth
of my utterance.
"My words are sincere," I insisted. "If you could take one bushel of
your diamonds to the world where I live, you could get more soil for
them than you have on your whole globe."
"That world is heaven," exclaimed a few of my hearers at once. "A world
of such abundant soil cannot be any other place." Then I learned that
their conception of Heaven is not a place of gold-paved streets, but a
place where soil is freely distributed even on the sides of the streets.
I continued speaking, telling them how diamonds were considered in our
world. These professors were astonished beyond measure at my
description, and each one seemed to crave for the knowledge to transport
a large consignment of their diamonds to our Earth and return with acres
of soil to the Diamond World.
I spent a felicitous period with these queer-shaped scholars of the
Diamond World. They prayed and begged that I should remain and appear
before the corporations. Their spirits drooped when I told them that if
I had any more time to spend visibly on their world I would prefer to
comfort the laborers and their suffering families who had been so long
deprived of the fair treatment they deserved.
My hearers became ashen with fear, now feeling doubly assured that I was
a forerunner of some terrible curse that was about to fall upon the
Trusts and corporations whom those professors were serving so
assiduously, without ever speaking a word of protest in favor of the
human slaves around them.
Once more I related my station. But I spoke in most convincing terms of
the eternal curse with which the Infinite would visit the guilty of all
worlds.
As I left them I saw that my last words brought no relief to their
faces and, after a long silence, they nervously discussed the whole
affair, not being able to account for the exceptional experience through
which they had just passed.
I visited, in a form invisible, the mansions of the rich and found that
the most choice ornaments on their parlor shelves consisted of vials of
soil or dirt, and in the homes of the most wealthy only I saw flowering
plants.
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