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    Masters of Evolution
    Masters of Evolution
    Masters of Evolution
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    Masters of Evolution

    By Damon Knight

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    SHOWDOWN WITH MONSTERS!

    Alvah Gustad was typical of New York City's twenty million citizens. He took for granted such luxuries as synthetic food and robot-servants, and he knew beyond a doubt that the Cities offered the only acceptable way of life for civilized Man!

    But roaming the vast plains between the continent's five Cities, ever growing and expanding, were the dreaded tribes of Muckfeet. In direct antithesis to the City dwellers, these illiterate savages actually _grew_ food and _raised_ animals. And how they smelled! It was so bad that Alvah could feel his stomach churn at the mere mention of their name.

    There was one thing in the Muckfoot territory that the Cities did need, though--metal ores. And Alvah, faced with the job of liaison to the tribes around New York, had to somehow make his patriotism outweigh his nausea. If he succeeded, the Cities would be monuments to eternity; if he failed, the dreaded Muckfeet would become the MASTERS OF EVOLUTION.

    Alvah Gustad:

    The fate of an empire rested on the condition of his stomach.

    Beej Hofmeyer:

    She looked like a woman, but she smelled like a Muckfoot!

    Doc Bither:

    When he raised a kitten, you couldn't be sure if it would turn out to be a cat or a tiger.

    Manager Wytak:

    Bravery was something he always looked for in other people, but never in himself.

    Artie Brumbacher:

    He couldn't read or write, but nevertheless he was a scholar.

    Jerry Finch:

    To his way of thinking, there was nothing unusual about being a gardener in an Iron Pit.

    (Note: Is an expansion of the novelette "Natural State.")

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherReAnimus Press
    Release dateJan 3, 2021
    ISBN9781005187279
    Masters of Evolution
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    Damon Knight

    Damon Knight was an American science fiction author, editor, critic and fan. His forte was short stories and he is widely acknowledged as having been a master of the genre. He was a member of the Futurians, an early organization of the most prominent SF writers of the day. He founded the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, Inc. (SFWA), the primary writers' organization for genre writers, as well as the Milford Writers workshop and co-founded the Clarion Writers Workshop. He edited the notable Orbit anthology series, and received the Hugo and SFWA Grand Master award. The award was later renamed in his honor. He was married to fellow writer Kate Wilhelm.More books from Damon Knight are available at: http://reanimus.com/authors/damonknight

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      Masters of Evolution - Damon Knight

      MASTERS OF EVOLUTION

      by

      DAMON KNIGHT

      Produced by ReAnimus Press

      Other books by Damon Knight:

      Creating Short Fiction

      The Futurians

      The Best of Damon Knight

      CV

      The Observers

      A Reasonable World

      In Search of Wonder

      The World and Thorinn

      Hell's Pavement

      Beyond the Barrier

      A for Anything

      The Sun Saboteurs

      The Rithian Terror

      Mind Switch

      The Man in the Tree

      Why Do Birds

      Humpty Dumpty: An Oval

      Far Out

      In Deep

      Off Center

      Turning On

      Three Novels

      World Without Children and The Earth Quarter

      Rule Golden and Other Stories

      Better Than One

      Late Knight Edition

      God's Nose

      One Side Laughing: Stories Unlike Other Stories

      Turning Points: Essays on the Art of Science Fiction

      1939 Yearbook of Science, Weird and Fantasy Fiction

      Charles Fort, Prophet of the Unexplained

      Clarion Writers' Handbook

      Faking the Reader Out

      © 2021, 1959 by Damon Knight. All rights reserved.

      https://ReAnimus.com/store?author=Damon+Knight

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      Table of Contents

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      VII

      VIII

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      I

      The most promising young realie actor in Greater New York, everyone agreed, was a beetle-browed Apollo named Alvah Gustad. His diction, which still held overtones of the Under Flushing labor pool, the unstudied animal grace of his movements and his habitually sullen expression enabled him to dominate any stage not occupied by an unclothed woman at least as large as himself. At twenty-six, he had a very respectable following among the housewives of Manhattan, Queens, Jersey and the rest of the seven boroughs. The percentage of blown fuses resulting from subscribers’ attempts to clutch his realized image was extraordinarily low—Alvah, his press agents explained with perfect accuracy, left them too numb.

      Young Gustad, who frequently made his first entrance water-beaded as from the shower, with a towel girded chastely around his loins, was nevertheless in his private life a modest and slightly bewildered citizen, much given to solitary reading, and equipped with a perfect set of the conventional virtues.

      These included cheerful performance of all municipal duties and obligations—like every right-thinking citizen, Gustad held down two jobs in summer and three in winter. At the moment, for example, he was an actor by day and a metals-reclamation supervisor by night.

      Chief among his less tangible attributes, was that emotion which in some ages has been variously described as civic pride or patriotism. In A.D. 2064, as in B.C. 400, they amounted to the same thing.

      Behind the Manager’s desk, the wall was a single huge slab of black duroplast, with a map of the city picked out in pinpoints of brilliance. As Gustad entered with his manager and his porter, an unseen chorus of basso profundos broke into the strains of The Slidewalks of New York. After four bars, it segued to New York, New York, It’s a Pip of a Town and slowly faded out.

      The Manager himself, the Hon. Boleslaw Wytak, broke the reverent hush by coming forward to take Alvah’s hand and lead him toward the desk. Mr. Gustad—and Mr. Diamond, isn’t it? Great pleasure to have you here. I don’t know if you’ve met all these gentlemen. Commissioner Laurence, of the Department of Extramural Relations—Director Ostertag, of the Bureau of Vital Statistics—Chairman Neddo, of the Research and Development Board.

      Wytak waited until everyone was comfortably settled in one of the reclining chairs which fitted into slots in the desk, with cigars, cigarettes, liquor capsules and cold snacks at each man’s elbow. Now, Mr. Gustad—and Mr. Diamond—I’m a plain blunt man and I know you’re wondering why I asked you to come here today. I’m going to tell you. The City needs a man with great talent and great courage to do a job that, I tell you frankly, I wouldn’t undertake myself without great misgivings. He gazed at Gustad warmly, affectionately but sternly. You’re the man, Alvah.

      Little Jack Diamond cleared his throat nervously. What kind of a job did you have in mind, Mr. Manager? Of course, anything we can do for our city...

      Wytak’s big face, without perceptibly moving a muscle, somehow achieved a total change of expression. Alvah, I want you to go to the Sticks.

      Gustad blinked and tilted upright in his chair. He looked at Diamond.

      The little man suddenly seemed two sizes smaller inside his box-cut cloth-of-silver tunic. He gestured feebly and wheezed, Wake-me-up! The porter behind his chair stepped forward alertly, clanking, and flipped open one of the dozens of metal and plastic boxes that clung to him all over like barnacles. He popped a tiny capsule into his palm, rolled it expertly to thumb-and-finger position, broke it under Diamond’s nose.

      A reeking-sweet green fluid dripped from it and ran stickily down the front of Diamond’s tunic.

      Dumbhead! said Diamond. Not cream de menthy, a wake-me-up! He sat up as the abashed servant produced another capsule. Never mind. Some color was beginning to come back into his face. Blotter! A wad of absorbent fibers. Vacuum! A lemon-sized globe with a flaring snout. Gon-Stink! Presser!

      Gustad looked back at the Manager. Your Honor, you mean you want me to go into the Sticks? I mean, he said, groping for words, "you want me to play for the Muckfeet?"

      That is just exactly what I want you to do. Wytak nodded toward the Commissioner, the Director, and the Chairman. These gentlemen are here to tell you why. Suppose you start, Ozzie.

      Ostertag, the one with the fringe of yellowish white hair around his potato-colored pate, shifted heavily and stared at Gustad. "In my bureau, we have records of population and population density, imports and exports, ratio of births to deaths and so on that go back all the way to the time of the United States. Now this isn’t known generally, Mr. Gustad, but although New York has been steadily growing ever since its founding in 1646, our growth in the last thirty years has been entirely due to immigration from other less fortunate cities.

      "In a way, it’s fortunate—I mean to say that we can’t expand horizontally, because it has been found impossible to eradicate the soil organisms— a delicate shudder ran around the group—left by our late enemies. And as for continuing to build vertically—well, since Pittsburgh fell, we have been dependent almost entirely on salvaged scrap for our steel. To put it bluntly, unless something is done about this situation, the end is in sight. Not alone of this administration, but of the city as well. Now the reasons for this—ah—what shall I say..."

      With his head back, staring at the ceiling, Wytak began to speak so quietly that Ostertag blundered through another phrase and a half before he realized he had been interrupted.

      Thirty years ago, when I first came to this town, an immigrant kid with nothing in the whole world but the tunic on my back and the gleam in my eye, we had just got through with the last of the Muckfeet Wars. According to your history books, we won that war. I’ll tell you something—we were licked!

      Alvah squirmed uncomfortably as Wytak raised his head and glanced defiantly around the desk, looking for contradiction. The Manager said, We drove them back to the Ohio, thirty years ago. And where are they now? He turned to Laurence. Phil?

      Laurence rubbed his long nose with a bloodless forefinger. Their closest settlement is twelve miles away. That’s to the southwest, of course. In the west and north—

      Twelve miles, said Wytak reflectively. But that isn’t the reason I say they licked us. They licked us because there are twenty million of us today... and about one hundred fifty million of them. Right, Phil?

      Laurence said, Well, there aren’t any accurate figures, you know, Boley. There hasn’t been any census of the Muckfeet for almost a century, but—

      About one hundred fifty million, interrupted Wytak. Even if we formed a league with every other city on this continent, the odds would be heavily against us—and they breed like flies. He slapped the desk with his open palm. So do their filthy animals!

      A shudder rippled across the group. Diamond shut his eyes tight.

      There it is, said Wytak. "Rome fell. Babylon fell. The same thing can happen to New York. Those illiterate savages will go on increasing year by year, getting more ignorant and more degraded with every generation... and a century from now—or two, or five—they’ll be the human race. And New York..."

      Wytak turned to look at the map behind him. His hand touched a button and the myriad tiny lights went out.

      Gustad was not an actor who wept readily, but he felt tears welling over his eyelids. At the same time, the thought crossed his mind that, competition being what it was in the realies, it was a good thing that Wytak had gone into politics instead of acting.

      Sir, he said, what can we do?

      Wytak’s eyes were focused far away. After a moment, his head turned heavily on his massive shoulders, like a gun turret. Chairman Neddo has the answer to that. I want you to listen carefully to what he’s going to tell you, Alvah.

      Neddo’s crowded small face flickered through a complicated series of twitches, all centripetal and rapidly executed. Over the past several years, he said jerkily, under Manager Wytak’s direction, we have been developing certain devices, certain articles of commerce, which are designed, especially designed, to have an attraction for the Muckfeet. Trade articles. Most of these, I should say all—

      Trade articles, Wytak cut in softly. "Thank you, Ned. That’s the phrase that tells the story. Alvah, we’re going to go back to the principles that made our ancestors great. Trade—expanding markets—expanding industries. Think about it. From the Arctic Ocean to the Gulf of Mexico, there are some 150 million people

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