The coming of the Amazons : $b A satiristic speculation on the scientific future of civilizationJohnson, Owen
Science
The coming of the Amazons : $b A satiristic speculation on the scientific future of civilization
Johnson, Owen
Cryonics -- Fiction; Satire; Science fiction; Sex role -- Fiction
“Be careful, be extremely careful. Acquilla wants you for herself.”
“What of it?” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “After all, Acquilla
is a woman of seventy-six and youth must be served!”
“True, but Acquilla is implacable and if she even suspected that you
were going to escape her--”
“Well, even then?” I asked anxiously as Dianne hesitated.
“I must tell you all the truth,” said Dianne making up her mind
abruptly. “For you should be warned. You see, your arrival has caused
a tremendous commotion. For Bogar--for Jacko, you are not like the men
of today. You represent another civilization. You are so resplendently
what men must have been. And just now that is very dangerous, dangerous
to you!”
“Why?”
“Because in the last ten years, there has grown up a new radical school
that is preaching the rehabilitation of men.”
“What--Votes for Men?”
“Exactly. You see how disturbing your arrival is to the powers that
be. You will be brought before the Supreme Council--I know for a fact
that already they have been deliberating over your case. Be on your
guard when you are questioned--” Dianne stopped and leaning forward
plunged her glance into mine. “Be careful for my sake.”
“Now you are making love to me, which is contrary to orders,” I said
smiling. “But what danger do I run?”
“You could be suppressed as a menace to society.”
“Murdered, or if you wish, executed?”
“Oh, no, but you would be returned to the Frigidrome and sent into
another century.”
“I see, an ingenious way of abolishing capital punishment.” But despite
my bravado, I felt the beginnings of uneasiness. “Is the situation
really so serious?”
“Yes. For already the male suffrage movement is a problem. Acquilla
has tremendous power. She can protect you so long as she is personally
interested--”
“I understand. To tell the truth, my instincts did warn me.”
“You see. Be careful, dear, be very careful.”
“Say ‘for my sake’ again,” I said, looking at her boldly, “but drop
your eyes as you say it.”
Dianne glanced at me in surprise, her glance wavered a moment and then
fell away.
“What a strange effect you have on me,” she said in a low voice.
“Say it,” I repeated insistently as I felt my growing power.
“For my sake, dearest,” she said in a whisper.
“Ah, my darling Dianne,” I cried, “if only I could jump through space
and snatch you up in my arms this very moment.”
Dianne raised her eyes and again averted them.
“Truly, dear, you have the weirdest effect on me. I have never known
anything quite--quite like this before.”
“Dianne darling, I promise you that you will know what love once meant
between man and woman,” I continued impulsively. “Not your eugenic,
cold-blooded matings, but the love that stirs and tortures you, the
love that is pleasure and pain, that is madness and ecstasy, that takes
its moment and accepts the price, whatever it has to pay.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account