function of gender.’
He gestured slightly with his hands. ‘We tolerate Progressives in our world society.’ He spoke without any particular emphasis. ‘But of course they form only approximately 1.45 per cent of the population.’ He took her arm as if dismissing that subject.
They were on their way towards their private room when a tenor voice said softly over the artificial pulse-beats, ‘Remember that sexual intercourse is an approved social usage. It is pleasurable. Inevitably, it increases the physical and mental well-being of both partners, thus enhancing their value to the System. Associate with your partner as much as possible on the journey. Happy lying!’
Sygiek smiled. ‘You see, like good utopianists, our wishes run ahead of the official reminder.’
But, as they passed through one of the relaxation halls, they were distracted for a moment. A row of chessputers sat before a row of three-dimensional chess boards, waiting to play against any human who cared to challenge them. Each chessputer was smaller than a person’s head; its single arm, of a flesh-like substance, folded down into its side when it was out of action. Someone had pushed two of the machines together and they were playing the complex game against each other.
As one game was won, the machines solemnly reset the pieces and moved straight into the next. Several tourists were watching.
Peering over the shoulder of one of the onlookers, Kordan said, ‘That’s amusing! You see they exert their capacities merely to win against each other.’
The man in front of him – a stocky dark-featured man of less than average height – looked round and said, ‘It would be more amusing if one of them showed a little glee at winning.’
When they were settled in their comfortable room, Kordan said, ‘What could that man have meant, that it would have been more amusing if the machines showed a little pleasure at winning? How can a machine be expected to show pleasure?’
‘ “Glee.” He said, “glee”.’
She began to undress.
He was following his own train of thought. ‘One does inevitably experience some pleasure in winning, yet “Our strength lies in our unity”. A valuable adage. Winning implies competition, whilst unity implies no competition. It is a slight paradox. Since we are privileged to vacation on Lysenka II, we are among the winners of the System. May I express it like that?’
‘There is always privilege involved in visiting an extrasolar planet. In the case of Lysenka II, I gather that it has been opened to tourism before complete conformity with cultural standards has been attained – simply in order to join in the anniversary celebrations.’
‘It is true that the animal life has not been subdued, as it will inevitably have to be.’ His lips twitched. ‘For me as an historian, with special interest in the pre-utopian world, I welcome a chance to see something of a planet where the animal societies, as I understand, approximate to what life used to be on Earth before Biocom.’
Sygiek removed her stockings as he began to slip out of his one-piece tunic. ‘My business is entirely with the present. I have no interest in the pre-utopian world, not even in this anniversary year.’ She spoke briskly.
He smiled by pursing his lips. ‘Perhaps Lysenka II will awaken new interests. Undoubtedly, we shall see sights incompatible with civilisation. So until then, let us refresh ourselves with some compatibility. Kindly move over and open your legs.’
She smiled and relaxed against the voluptuous cushions, readying herself for him like a mare for her rider. Unbidden, a picture of the man by the chessputers came to her mind.
‘Let’s have a little glee,’ she said.
All too soon, the beautiful expensive structure had crossed that gulf of light which even the world state would never subjugate. It materialised in orbit about Lysenka II, while almost sub-vocal commentaries uttered facts about the sun, Lysenka, and its four attendant planets: three of them swirling globes of gas, and only II a world remotely suitable for the establishment of law and enlightenment.
In the ferry on the way down to Peace City, the one base so far constructed on Lysenka II, the commentaries welcomed their guests.
‘We hope that you will be happy during your stay on Lysenka II, and your intellects fully engaged. Although this planet has been known to the world state for many centuries, it is only just being opened up for tourism. You may regard yourself as especially privileged to be here. For those of us who work on Lysenka II, it is an honour to greet you, knowing as we do that you are part of the special System-wide celebrations of the one millionth anniversary of the establishment of Biocom. The universal beneficial aspects of Biocom will never be more appreciated than on this planet, where everything is primitive, regressive, and of an entirely lower politico-evolutionary order.
‘So we trust that you will enjoy your stay and be strengthened by it for further dedication to our beloved System. Welcome to Lysenka II.’
The passengers looked at each other. Some smiled guardedly.
Everyone was given booster and acupunctural shots to acclimatise them to the planet before they settled on alien soil. Down swooped the ferry. A moment of silence more dreadful than any gulf of light, and then great exit doors swung open. They opened too rapidly: the sky was a bright tan ceiling of cloud, enclosing the visitors on the new world. They blinked, unaccountably reluctant to move forward.
Hostesses, in red Outourist uniform instead of Gulfways blue, ushered the tourists into LDBs, smiling and reassuring them. As soon as a long-distance bus was full, it began to accelerate down one of the radial roads leading from Peace City into the wilderness.
The passengers took deep breaths and looked at each other, as if the new environment forced them to take fresh measure of themselves. In the unaccustomed light, the set of their faces was strange.
The bus arrived at Dunderzee in under an E-hour. Dunderzee was Lysenka’s newly opened tourist resort. It stood on the edge of territory no human had explored from the ground.
Still reassuringly chaperoned, the tourists were conducted to their rooms in the Unity Hotel. The hotel was sumptuous but not entirely finished. Every room, besides a spectacular view of the broken, tawny country outside, boasted a living wall which showed a close-up of Dunderzee Lake. As Kordan and Sygiek entered their room, they felt compelled to stand before the wall and gaze at the waterfall that fed the lake. With slow thunder, the water dropped free from almost one thousand metres down the carmine sides of Dunderzee Gorge. Cumbersome birds glided down the face of the gorge, dipping into the column of white water, flashing in the spray.
Turning away to place his kit on the shelf, Kordan said, ‘Though I have travelled most of the System, and twice visited the Argyre Ocean since they released the waters, Dunderzee Gorge impresses me. We shall enjoy visiting the reality.’
She was surprised that he spoke so subjectively, and said nothing, standing to watch a pack of man-like creatures which swam strongly in the foam of the lake.
‘Millia, tell me more about yourself,’ Kordan said.
‘You can judge me for yourself.’ She met his eyes. Both were silent, contemplating each other.
‘Where were you born? On Earth?’ he inquired.
‘I was born in a township on the Ust’-Urt Plateau, two hundred and fifty kilometres
