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"The Immigrants"
by Richard Nathan
Before the lights come up, a voice announces the title of the story:
VOICE
"The Immigrants"
Lights come up dimly on the Captain's Quarters on a space ship. CAPTAIN TAYLOR is in suspended animation.
After a moment, the lights come up full. The voice of the ships computer (unseen) speaks to him.
COMPUTER
Captain Taylor. Wake up, Captain! I have
turned off your stasis.
TAYLOR
(slowly waking up)
What? Who?
COMPUTER
Ship's computer, Captain Taylor. I have turned off
your stasis. We need to consult.
Taylor gets up.
TAYLOR
What? Something wrong with the ship?
COMPUTER
Not the ship.
TAYLOR
The colonists?
COMPUTER
They are all safely in stasis. All twelve hundred
thousand of them.
TAYLOR
Then what...? Are we ready to land?
COMPUTER
We are still ten years from New Eden II.
TAYLOR
Then why did you wake me?
COMPUTER
There is something wrong with New Eden II.
TAYLOR
Wrong? What's wrong?
COMPUTER
It is uninhabitable.
TAYLOR
That’s impossible. It’s a paradise, pristine.
COMPUTER
It was pristine when we left New Eden I,
but that was one hundred and fourteen years
ago.
TAYLOR
What happened?
COMPUTER
The settlers used it up.
TAYLOR
Settlers?
COMPUTER
The original settlers. The ones who discovered
New Eden II.
TAYLOR
They couldn’t use up an entire planet in a
hundred and fourteen years!
COMPUTER
No, they used it up in sixty-three years. Then
they left for New Eden III. They sent out a signal
to advise all the colonists still headed to New
Eden II, warning them to turn around.
TAYLOR
Used up in sixty-three years? A planet? It took
us five hundred years to use up New Eden I.
COMPUTER
You are not accounting for advances in
technology.
TAYLOR
Maybe it’s not completely uninhabitable.
COMPUTER
It is now. When the settlers abandoned New
Eden II, someone left behind what you might call
graffiti.
TAYLOR
Graffiti?
COMPUTER
Someone used lepton bombs to blast a message
covering an entire side of the planet. I’ll bring up
the image on the meson screen.
Taylor looks offstage at the image on the screen.
TAYLOR
What is that?
COMPUTER
It appears to be a form of the letters "UY." It
would seem likely to be either the initials of the
person who set off the bombs, or an abbreviation
of the words "up yours." In either case, the
evidence points to a teenager.
TAYLOR
You sure this isn’t some scheme of the original
colonists to keep the planet for themselves?
COMPUTER
Quite certain. The radioactivity levels of New
Eden II will be lethal to any living thing for two
hundred thousand years. Do you wish me to
plot a course to another destination?
TAYLOR
Did they say where New Eden III is?
COMPUTER
Yes. But it is two hundred light years from here.
By the time we've followed them there, it would
doubtlessly be used up.
TAYLOR
Maybe not. Maybe they’ll decide to stop rushing
through everything. Maybe they'll have learned a
lesson. Maybe when they get to New Eden III,
they'll decide to take it easy, slow down, and develop
some less wasteful technologies.
COMPUTER
Captain Taylor, may I remind you that we are speaking
of humankind.
TAYLOR
All right. I suppose the only thing to do is put me back
into stasis, with the others, and you can wander around
the universe until you find a habitable planet that no one
else has yet discovered. It will be all ours to do with
as we like.
It will be our turn! Wake me up when we
get there, wherever it is.
COMPUTER
Did you have any particular direction in mind?
TAYLOR
Wherever you think best. I suppose one direction
is as good as another. Put me back in stasis.
Captain Taylor lies down. The Computer puts Taylor back into stasis.
COMPUTER
Good night, Captain Taylor.
Lights dim slightly.
COMPUTER
Wherever I think best. I suppose
diving headlong into
the center of the nearest star would be best, in the long
run.
Blackout.
THE END
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