The Messiah of the CylinderEmanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Philosophy
The Messiah of the Cylinder
Emanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Science fiction
“The answer was State rearing, Arnold, as had been urged by many men and
some women of liberal and progressive minds. We tried that in 2002.
Elizabeth was torn from me. For six months we had public crèches in
every city. There was much public dissatisfaction, though the children
were not taken from their mothers till they had been weaned. That was
the time when the Guard was formed, consisting of Janissaries trained
from youth by the Council and pledged to them. However, what caused the
abandonment of the crèche system was a quite unexpected happening.
Despite the utmost care, despite a process of automatic feeding in
germ-proof incubators, which made it impossible for any of the little
inmates to lack the advantages of the latest hygienic theories, the
children died.
“This phenomenon was never explained satisfactorily, and the mortality,
which ranged from eighty to ninety per cent, shocked the Province
profoundly, for it meant an intolerable lessening in the productivity of
the next generation. The children were returned to their parents.
Elizabeth, who was above the age curve of maximum mortality, came back
to me, and, in spite of rigorous inspection by the officials of the
Children’s Bureau, I have managed to keep her.
“But I must be brief, Arnold. I have told you that it was decreed no
faith was to be kept with defectives. The net was cast over all who,
trusting to the proclamation, had returned from the forests and waste
places, and from abroad. Gradually they were sorted out and ascribed.
Many records of heredity had disappeared during the Revolution, but they
had my father’s in the Bureau of Pedigrees and Relationships. Since then
I have waited in suspense daily. They know it, and, if I have not been
condemned to the workshops, it is through Lembken’s favor, for he was
head of the Strangers’ Bureau before the assassination of Boss Rose, and
I worked under him.”
“But is there no law?” I cried. “Is there no charter of liberty at all?”
“Why, yes, Arnold. We still have Magna Charta, and Habeas Corpus, and
many other documents, and occasionally these are invoked. There is an
old man in the paper shops who has appealed against imprisonment and
carried his case through twenty or thirty courts since he was shut up as
a boy, and if he lives long enough his appeal will come before the
Council. But you see, Arnold, one of the first acts of the victorious
democracy was to institute the election and the recall of judges.
“They think I fear for my own liberty,” he continued, beginning to pace
the floor. “They do not know—happily they do not know.”
Then he went on to tell me that which concerned the girl’s arrest that
afternoon.
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