The coming of the Amazons : $b A satiristic speculation on the scientific future of civilizationJohnson, Owen
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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
“Men take these contests very seriously, Jack, and defeat is considered
such a disgrace that the losing club goes into mourning until the stain
is wiped out by victory. This Spartan attitude on the part of their
supporters is believed to inflame the eleven with the spirit to win or
die. Of course, this is a development of sport since your day which
must be surprising to you.”
I looked at Dianne from the corner of my eye, but evaded comment. Since
the experiment on the soles of her feet, I had begun to wonder if a
sense of humor were not beginning to develop.
“But why don’t they begin to play?” I asked, observing the field
covered with a score of figures in conclave.
“Why the teams aren’t yet on the field.”
“But the--”
“Oh those are the officials.”
“Twenty-four officials!”
“I confess, dear, that I am not familiar with the great masculine
sport,” said Dianne, “but I believe that such a vast body of
legislation has grown up about the game that not only each player has
to be watched by two officials, but each team has to be represented by
legal experts to argue on the interpretations which may arise.”
“Then lawyers do exist!” I exclaimed.
“The club community has nothing to do with the state,” said Dianne.
“Inside their walls, men are allowed to organize themselves as they see
fit. That’s why a great many atavistic customs have been retained. For
example, they say everything there is run by committees.”
“I must visit the Club,” I exclaimed.
“Impossible!” exclaimed Dianne, really alarmed, “and I beg of you, if
you love me, don’t ask anything of the kind. You must watch every step,
dear, for our happiness depends on your discretion. You have enemies,
determined enemies already--”
Before I could reply the air was filled with a terrific din. I looked
down and observed the section of bright colors fluttering in a state of
the wildest hysteria.
“The home team is arriving,” said Dianne.
Through the portals at the north end I observed the irruption of a band
of Dionysian revellers performing the most curious revolutions, shaking
tambourines and leaping to great heights in the air. Behind with their
hands on each others’ shoulders the eleven and substitutes marched
in military formation. The appearance of the home team completed the
frenzy in the stands which burst into a triumphant paean under the
skillful guidance of a score of cheer leaders.
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