Imagine
a society where the pursuit of happiness lies in the search for the
absolute average, in the banishment of hyper- and sub-normalities,
and the imposition of the norm with total prejudice. Where the
leaders of society are individuals whose deviations from the societal
average lie within a millionth of the tolerance bars. Where novelty
is taboo, and innovations are censured. And then imagine such a
society existing in a distant planet encircling a class M red dwarf
star where the inhabitants are logical, rational, and highly
mean-seeking human-sized violet-coloured bioluminescent grasshoppers.
Yep.
Grasshoppers. Giant, violet, glowing grasshoppers. Rational ones,
too. With a penchant for the mediocre.
I'll
return to the Günterhoppers later1.
*
Imagine
a planet-sized spaceship where the inhabitants number in the
billions. Imagine this planet-arkship drifting through the inky
coldness of the cosmos, and encountering the solar system on its
merry stroll. Imagine it coming close enough to an errant asteroid
for its controls to malfunction, for it to be thrown hopelessly
off-track and crashlanding onto Earth. Without causing significant
damage to Earth itself, thanks to it being as large as a standard
football2.
The arkship, naturally mistaken for
something-that-looks-like-a-football-but-is-probably-not, is rescued
one fine morning from the mudbanks of the local river and delivered
to the, and for the, study of the local genius scientist and
inventor, Professor
Trilokeshwar Shonku. Shonku is astounded to find it to have a
self-contained seasonal cycle that lasts one day, each twenty four
hours having winter at midnight, spring at dawn, summer at midmorning
and autumn/fall in the late afternoon. Tapping into a microsound
magnifier device invented by Shonku himself, the inhabitants of the
tiny world reveal that they are dying, trapped in the airless display
box of Shonku's laboratory, and request to be let out. They also
reveal that they are essentially sentient viruses, and could, and
probably would, wipe off humanity in three months. Shonku is left
debating which billion-strong civilisation to save.
*
When
it comes to science fiction, the first names that come to mind are
almost inevitably Wells and Verne from the nineteenth century, Clarke
and Asimov and Heinlein and le Guin and Crichton from the twentieth,
and a spate of modern, very capable writers. Most of these writers
have written primarily in English, Verne being a notable exception
whose translated works are of course ubiquitous. However, science
fiction written in other languages do exist, and in some cases, have
thrived for years.
The
first paragraph above is a brief summary of one of the stories from
Ambassador
Without Credentials, a collection of closely-connected science
fiction stories by the Russian author Sergei
Snegov. The setting is twenty-fifth century Earth, and the
protagonists are the physicist brothers Roy and Henry who investigate
"baffling phenomena in space and society that were a threat to
humankind". The twelve stories follow Roy and Henry's lives in a
progressive manner, with the previous ones (episodes?) affecting the
latter ones, evoking the structure of a season of something
like Doctor Who.
Roy is the cool-headed abstract thinking machine, while Henry is the
impetuous one prone to intellectual leaps and depression. The plots
are surprisingly strong, with a bizarre and extremely well-thought
collection of science fiction ideas that focus perhaps a little less
on the hard science and more on a study of the human psyche, both
individual and societal.
The
second3
paragraph is the summary of Golok Rohoshyo (The
Mystery of the Sphere), one of the nearly forty-odd stories
featuring the scientist-cum-inventor-cum-adventurer Professor Shonku.
Shonku, sometimes assisted by his scientist friends Saunders and
Kroll, encounters adventures around the world —
some life-threatening, some less so —
which he solves (or escapes from) using his inventions, his wit, and
scientific genius. The plots, though not often very scientifically
accurate, nevertheless are gripping and often quite strong. Inspired
in part by Conan Doyle's Professor
Challenger sans his domineering aggressiveness, Shonku is one of
the iconic4
characters created by Satyajit
Ray, a man perhaps better known in the world as a master of the
cinematic medium. Ray was a prolific writer of short stories of
surprising depth, and was reportedly once planning a Hollywood
version of his The
Alien, a script that later formed the inspiration for E.T.
the Extra-Terrestrial by a certain Mr Spielberg.
The similarities between Snegov's Roy & Henry and Ray's Shonku is their willingness and passion to solve problems using scientific ingenuity rather than violent means, a trait perhaps similar to a certain madman in a blue box.
*
Back
to the Günterhoppers.
Roy
is called to Leonia, home planet to the Günterhoppers5,
to assist Kron Kwama, a sociologist specialising in decadent
civilisations. There, the two of them devise a machine that will snip
off sick and infirm Leonians from the calculation of the average and
thus slowly raise the norm bar over a period of generations. Kwama is
hopeful that the society will get back on its own six feet and two
glowing wings, and Roy leaves a satisfied man. The action concludes
here, there of course being none to begin with. Roy and Henry then
team up to solve Fermat's Last Theorem6
by peeking into Pierre's notebook, chase away murderous mental
phantom projections, try out a happiness machine, investigate a man
who could walk through walls, and another who had attained
immortality. All about five centuries before Shonku invented a
medicine that can cure all ailments7,
the miracurall.
1
Sorry, couldn't help myself.
2
Soccer, for those in the States. Not the oval thing. The round
thing.
3
Well, the fourth, technically.
4
Well, in this part of the world anyway.
5
Not actually called as such by the author of course. Tin drums
hadn't begun sounding out lives yet.
6
The stories were published in 1989, a few years before Andrew
Wiles did the job without getting a chance to peek into Fermat's
margins.
7
Except cancer. Initially. Version 2.0 could.
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