CZM Book Club: Hermetica, by Alan Lea, Part Three

Margaret brings you further along into the tale of Hermetica, the generation ship. 

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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Cool Media.

Speaker 2 (00:06):
Book Club The Club The Club. Hello, and welcome to
the Cool Zone Media book Club, the book.

Speaker 1 (00:13):
Club that I started introducing by chanting, which made sense
back when I was reading to other people and they
would chant with me, And no longer makes sense because
I no longer do that, but I feel compelled by
inertia to continue to introduce book club by chanting.

Speaker 2 (00:26):
Book Club, The Club, The Club. I'm Herst Markert Kiljoy
And this is the only book club that you don't
have to do the reading because I do it for you.
There are probably other book clubs that do reading for you,
but they're not read by me, are they? Unless I
have other book clubs, but I'm not aware of that.
But you know, if you're listening to this in the future,

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who knows what would happen. But do you know what
else is in the future is our story, our story Hermetica,
which seems to be set in the far future, and
it is taking place on a generation ship. It's called
her Medica. It is by Alan Lee, which is the
pen name of the usually otherwise nonfiction author Peter Gelderlos.

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And we are on part three of this book and
it's getting good. Yeah, I'll just wait, it's coming in.
We got all that set up. What's gonna happen with it?
Well you'll find out, all right. Here's part three of
her Medica by Alan Lee, published by Detritus Books. Oh yeah,

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by the way, if you're like, wait, what just happened,
Days had just pulled out a piece of newspaper hidden
behind a panel in the wall, and okay, I'll just
read the last sentence of the last weeks. Along the
top there was a date June twelfth, twenty twenty three.
Below a yellowing margin, an article began as vaccine Hope's

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falter choking sickness here to stay. All right, now we're back.
Days looked closer at the sheet, twisted an edge of it.
It seemed to be made of some kind of fiber,
and not one they were familiar with. Well, they'd have
to do this the old fashioned way. Squinting health officials

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warn that America may have to get used to semi
permanent confinement measures, as results from the latest vaccine trial
at the University of Washington failed to deliver good news
to a nation that is still grieving the catastrophic mismanagement
during the first two years of the ARP v twenty pandemic.
Recent studies confirm early fears that the virus may mutate

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too quickly to allow for long term immunity. Officials underscored
the confinement is a positive measure compared with the inferno
the virus left in its wake during the period of
governmental inaction. We will not go back to the horrors
of the party system, putting the comfort of the few
before the survival of the many, said doctor Goa, speaking

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from the steps of the National Health Administration. We are
currently expanding the parameters of our modeling, looking for innoative
solutions to this crisis. Believe us when we say increasing
human life expectancy across the board for all Americans is
our number one metric. If we have to delete elements
from the old system in order to fulfill that promise,

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we will do so. We ask all Americans to walk
with us boldly into the future we are building. We
will respect tradition, but we must cast aside the harmful
habits that hold us back. Officials are worried about a
resurgence of last year's unrest amidst an uptick in terrorist incidents.

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All incidents linked to the loss of life have been
connected to market extremists and traditionalists, who even after a
million deaths, still deny the pandemic exists. More worrying for
the administration, however, is the increase in sabotage incidents carried
out by social extremists relative to the denialists. Social extremists

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have more influence among the general population, and experts worry
they could lead people astray with unrealistic demands or magical solutions.
Speaking from the White House, Doctor Hennessy, chair of the
Planning Commission, warned that social extremist proposals were quote nothing
but vestigial, anti scientific superstition. They claim to speak for

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quality of life, but by adding archaic, non quantitative metrics
alongside quantitative metrics, they wreck the whole system. It doesn't compute.
Tell me what is fifteen times orange. This is intellectual anarchy.
It's idealistic. It doesn't work. They need to get with
the program. This is the twenty first century. If you

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can't model it, don't propose it. Increasing quality of life
metrics before the trial period ends will be necessary for
the administration to carry the referendum early next year. Otherwise
the state of emergency will expire and the old constitution,
which most experts agree is unworkable, would come back into effect. Meanwhile,

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the growing pool of pandemic orphans has required officials to
increase social spending beyond what was ear marked for the
fiscal year. Social officials promised to look into innoative solutions.
Speaking from the nssay's offices in Omaha, doctor Ventura gave
journalists a hint of a new project the social administration
was exploring at the NSSAY. We believe all life has value.

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Under the old system, orphans were just warehoused and sub
standard facilities until a family with means could come along
and adopt them. Need and capacity were inversely proportional. In
a recession, more kids get abandoned and fewer families can
adopt them. We are rolling out a new system in
which the parentless are given everything they need, including a

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top of the line education, and in the meantime will
track their performance, collect data and produce intellectual value that
will be immediately useful for the rest of society. Everyone
wants to contribute. Will give these kids the opportunity to
contribute from day one from the cradle. Ventura's comments provided

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a rare optimistic note at a time when the scientific
solutions promised by the Planning Commission seemed unlikely to bear
fruit given the poor results of the vaccine program. Commission AIDS,
speaking on condition of anonymity, say that the plans for
defunding the police will be delayed again given expectations of
a spike in civil rest. Continued on page twelve. Days

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flipped over the sheet, but page twelve, whatever that was,
was nowhere to be found. The backside had a large
illustration of some kind of wheeled vehicle and the beginning
of another article, Planet Earth Our only hope. Mars probe
results lead to pessimistic conclusions. In a much delayed report,

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NASA conceded that permanent human habitation on Mars seemed unlikely
given the results from the last probe sent to the
Red planet. Obstacles include the toxicity of the Martian regolith
with its high concentrations of percolites, difficulties in filtering out
the ultrafying Martian dust particles also toxic, and strong limitations

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on the availability of energy sources and organic chemicals needed
for terraforming. The report is grave news for sectors of
the scientific community that have proposed accelerated terraforming on Mars
as an answer to the cascading chain of catastrophes adversely
affecting Earth's own biosphere. We will just have to accelerate
the terraforming of Earth, as it were, to doctor Stewart,

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chairperson of the Climate Advisory Council, that means aggressively re
engineering the biosphere to design agricultural ecosystems compatible with five
degree warming, rather than waiting for one to two million
years of evolutionary adaptation to play catch up. The report
may also be a death knell for the Space Agency itself,
one of the few to be kept on from the

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prior government, perhaps realizing the report would spell trouble. NASA's
leading scientists have been lobbying the Planning Commission to change
the agency's mandate to a focus on orbital space engineering
with an eye towards climate mitigation. One of the agency's
most popular proposals centers on the deployment of orbital mirrors
to fine tune the quantity of solar radiation that reaches

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the planet's surface. Continued on page seventeen Days was thoroughly confused,
Shostakovich declaimed ominously, like a fist on the door, Snookum
sat watching. The dating and the geographical references were all
Terran Earth was an archaic name for Terra, Yet the

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choking sickness had been an event on Hermetica. Where was
this sheet from? What was it doing here? The events
described were a muddle, some of them lining up with
what they knew of Terran history, and others contradicting it flagrantly.
Days decided to reach out to a friend, message Zimp,

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Hey are you still up? Do you remember from history?
What year did her Medica launch? The reply came back
a moment later, announced by an amiable rising tone, Days,
how's it going? What a question? Zimp had been assigned
to a different block after the Aptitudes, but they still
saw each other on video every now and then, The

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recording continued. You know, you could just ask library, but
that's an easy one. Technically, it's a trick question. Her
Medica never launched. It was assembled in orbit, but it
departed in tearin year twenty twenty two, Seven years later
we left the Solar system. And what year is it
now on Terra? Zimp replied, I guess it must be

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twenty fifty. Why do you ask? Oh, just trying to
work some things out. Hey, do you think we could
do a video call like soon? Sure? Good night, zimp,
good night, Days talk soon. And do you know who
else would like to wish you a good night and
would love to talk to you so soon? It's the

(10:09):
sponsors of this show. They always are there to tuck
you in at night. And we're back the bed extracted
with fresh sheets, and Days plopped down, cradling snookums against

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their chest. Sleep came fitful, and late the next day,
Days messaged that they wouldn't be going into work. They
tried sleeping longer, but it was impossible. Their brain wouldn't quit.
After half an hour of tossing and turning, they found
themselves locked in the reenactment of a fierce argument with
the examiner the day of the aptitudes. It was all imagination.

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They never actually confronted the examiner or anyone else. But
since the day the results came back, thwarting their dreams,
whittling their future down to nothing, they had spent many
hours inside their head protesting the unfairness of it all.
Who was to say that the examiner's tardiness had not
disadvantaged them relative to other testing groups as far as

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Days as low teamwork scores, Surely there was more than
one way to measure teamwork on the aptitudes. At three
different moments, people's screens were linked in groups of five,
and each group had to solve a common problem communicating
over their devices but not speaking directly. Days had not
integrated effectively into the problem solving, but building an effective

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team could play out differently if people were allowed to
talk directly, make eye contact, if they didn't have a
ticking clock hanging over their heads. Other aspects of the
aptitudes were borderlines shoddy Days could only remember one error
aside from the examiner arriving late but still in error

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on such an important test did not give a good
impression in a problem. On a mission spectra, video of
an experiment appeared on Day's screen showing an unidentified compound
burning bright green. Before anyone had gotten to that problem,
the examiner had made another verbal announcement. On problem forty one,
there was an error and experiment preparation substitute the flame

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color you see on your personal console with the flame
color pictured here. They gestured and a video of a
dark red flame appeared on the main screen, but the
exams were computer evaluated. How could Days be sure the
examiner was not the one who was mistaken? Puzzled, annoyed,
they had skipped the question and gone on to the
next one. How could it possibly be considered fair for

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their future to be determined on the basis of such
an errant instrument in their head? They always won those arguments,
but when it was over, they still had to face
up to the same reality. Annoyed, they got out of bed,
called for a coffee, reluctantly declined the dose model offered,
and then squared off again against the wall screen. Take

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me to the library. The wall screen came on, Show
me her Medica. A grainy schematic appeared, showing the image
Days knew well from school. Her Medica was an immensely long,
slender cylinder with a rounded nose and a bulky tail
where the propulsion reactors were housed. Arrayed sequentially along its

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length were four rings, each connected to the central cylinder
by gossamer spokes. Given the dimensions of the ship, Days
knew that each spoke must be incredibly thick, but in
the schematic they always looked so delicate. The rings were
modified Stanford tauruses, rather than being a continuous loop like
a doughnut as in a standard Taurus. Each ring held

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three immense platforms, evenly spaced about the circumference. It was
like a Taurus, but with three parts of the loop
symmetrically blotted out In profile, they looked like circular arcs
with theta of thirty degrees. The rings rotated slowly, and
all the blocks, every module every person Days had ever
known were housed on the inside of one of those

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twelve platforms, held in place by the pseudo gravity created
by centrifugal force. If it weren't for the sky, they
would have been able to look up and see Hermetica's
central cylinder about ten kilometers above them, bisecting their view,
and on either side of it, even farther away the
other two platforms on their ring. Actually, Days supposed they

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would only see any of that if they turned off
all the lights on their platform, and if the material
closing off the top of the platform from their frame
of reference the inside of the ark was transparent. Otherwise
above them they would see a massive reflection or glare.
In any case, Before Hermetica had even departed, its builders
knew that mental health stats improved greatly if a sky

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were projected diffusing light in replicating the heavens people had
evolved under on Terra Days tried to remember which of
the twelve platforms they lived on had that been taught
in school. Zoom in. The perspective shifted virtgenously, diving in
close and suddenly dazed. Was looking at their block and

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the eight blocks that flanked it, four of them sharing
a node with theirs. It was not much wider of
a view than the one they were stuck in every day, Library,
Can I get a more intermediate view ship schematics? Since
the destruction of the wiki, access to precise schematics for
her Medica are compartmentalized on a need to know basis. Yeah,

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the wiki disaster and the infamous NTK Days had heard
all about that. They sighed, well, can you show me
where we're going? Library switched to a live feed from
a camera. Part of the screen revealed the observation window
at the tip of Hermetica's nose. Most of it was
the blackness of space, dotted with a million pin pricks.

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Three of the pin pricks directly in front of them
were noticeably larger, one of them twice as bright as
anything else on the screen. Still though, just a pin prick,
and Days would never get there, never see its planets
up close? Can we get a view of Terra? The
solar system is not currently visible from the cameras on

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the rear ring. Would you like the rear view anyway?
Days sighed again, No, that's all right. Another thought occurred
to them, bring up Terra in history the decades prior
to departure. A list of topic headers appeared on the screen.
What do you have on epidemics? A long list scrolled by,

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listing names, dates, locations, death tolls. Days saw some they
remembered from basic history, others that were unfamiliar. Dengi fever, ebola, cholera,
swine flu, yellow fever, AIDS, Spanish influenza, typhus. What about
choking sickness? Library paused? Choking sickness was not a Terran event.

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Choking sickness ARPV was an event here on her Medica.
Would you like to see the entry? No, that's all right,
I'm looking for Terran epidemics. Was there anything else that
might have been similar? What does ARPV stand for Acute
respiratory passenger virus passenger virus? Well, that certainly sounded like

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the name of a disease that would break out on
a ship. What's the last year you have entries for
in terran history twenty twenty two. Days looked at the
sheet in their hand. One year before the article was published,
one year there had been a reference to something that
had happened a year earlier. There it was unrest. Tell

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me about political unrest from twenty twenty two in America.
Here is the disambiguation on America. Please specify? Oh, scroll down? Yeah,
that one United States of America. There are no entries
on significant political unrest in the United States of America

(18:16):
in twenty twenty two. Hmm, what about denialists? Here is
the disambiguation on denialists? Please specify. There weren't many choices,
and the first one seemed to be a simple dictionary
definition one who denies an empirically demonstrated fact. How about
climate denialists. Climate denialists were political pressure groups funded by

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hydrocarbon extraction industries who claimed that the significant increase in
heat trapping gases in the planet's atmosphere would not trap
heat in the planet's atmosphere. Hydrocarbon extraction industries in the
United States began funding climate denialists sometime after nineteen sixty eight,
when their research demonstrated conclusively that their product was, in
fact changing the chemical composition of Terra's atmosphere in a

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significant way. That didn't sound like what the article was
talking about. It sounded like bad fiction, but the reference
had to do with a pandemic, not with the atmosphere.
Days shook their head, not sure if they were amused
or appalled by the concept of a global hydrocarbon energy system.
They thought back to basic chemistry. Sure it made sense

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to transport hydrocarbon fuel for the use in remote locations
not reached by an electrical grid if none of the
vehicles involved were large enough to house nuclear reactors, but
systematically burning hydrocarbons, and vehicles that traveled standard routes, each
lugging the weight of its own combustion engines or to
power the entire electrical grid burning the stuff they had

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put tens of millions of years of sequestered carbon into
the atmosphere in a century. What a relief her Medica
had left that place behind. Days felt bad for the
segment of humanity that stayed behind. Still, the present conundrum
had not become any clearer. Days had come up against
a wall. The information in the article and the information

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in the library did not add up. Then they remembered
the second article, the one on the back of the sheet,
from the talk of failed probes. They inferred that Mars
had not been settled in the terran year twenty twenty three.
But if Mars had not ever been settled yet, how
did they manage to send off for Medica a full
year earlier? Library tell me about the human colonization of Mars.

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After the first unoccupied probes landed on the Martian surface
in nineteen seventy one and nineteen seventy five, work began
on a larger spacecraft that could transport human astronauts. By
the time an assembly and launching platform had been manufactured
in low Earth orbit in nineteen ninety eight, further probes
to Mars had carried out all the mapping and chemical
analysis necessary to begin planning the logistics of a human mission.

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Supply drops to the Martian surface began the next year,
and the first occupied spacecraft was launched from the orbital
platform in two thousand seven, arriving safely with its twelve
person crew ten months later. They remained for two Terran years,
overseeing construction of the research station and launch platform, returning
safely to Terra in twenty eleven. By that point, it

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was clear that Mars's chemical and circumstellar characteristics were unfavorable
to terraforming, and it was calculated that it would actually
be cheaper and faster to terraform an exoplanet in the
Goldilock zone of another star system, even accounting for a
journey of several hundred Terran years. Activity based out of
the Mars Research Station continued, carried out remotely or by

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subsequent human teams. Days scratched their head. They supposed the
probes mentioned in the article could have been from subsequent
attempts to explore other avenues of terraforming on Mars, in
parallel to preparations on the WIKI and her Medica missions. Still,
it didn't say anything about a research station or any
human presence on Mars, nor did it mention the two

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ships that had departed the year before, with millions of
passengers between them. Something didn't add up. But do you
know what does add up? All of the joy and
satisfaction guaranteed to you by these products and services and

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We're back. Days looked crossly at the strange printed sheet.
All published material was vetted and peer reviewed by pertinent experts.
Affirmations of fact were always qualified. Results that had not
been rigorously replicated included margins of error or the probabilities
of some flaw in the design fiction. The old volumes

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of literature stored in the library was clearly marked as such.
To deliberately publish things that were untrue, that was censurable. However,
stamping words and ink on some non electronic sheet and
stashing it behind a wall panel at that stretched the
bounds of what could be considered publication. An uneasy feeling
crept up, and a word sprang to mind, sabotage no now.

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Days was getting worked up, trying to find connections to
explain something that didn't feel right. Their coping mechanism came
to mind, like a mantra. Name the pattern, break it,
and change your mental scenery so you can relax. Days
needed to move around and put the conundrum out of mind.
They slid on their mask and went outside. The air

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was crackling oppressive. They could tell the atmosphere was getting
out of sync. The meteorology people would have to do
an intervention soon. Weather events were always scheduled and announced
at least a day in advance, but days never checked.
They liked the feel of intuiting. When they were coming,
other people on the block didn't seem to notice. A

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dozen were out enjoying the hot, bright day. Keeping their distance,
Days made their way to the green colorful bunting had
been stretched between the taller bushes. The pole stood in
the middle. What's the theme, they asked their neighbor, seated
on a bench. Mayday, it's a Scandinavian tradition. The neighbor

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tossed out the phrase like it was a truly interesting
bit of information, though the careful way they pronounced the
word suggested they could not quite remember. From cursory geography
lessons long faded in time, where exactly on Tera Scandinavia
had been Days nodded, recalling something about a dance. Flowers,

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white dresses, colorful lengths of cloth wrapped around a pole.
They wondered if they'd feel up for it. The day
the block party came around, The air seemed to pulse angrily.
They nodded and turned around. Some days Days enjoyed spontaneous
socializing but today was not one of them. The regulation distance,
the superficial topics, their neighbor's pleasant apathy, all of it

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got on their nerves. Walking back to their module, they
heard raised voices from one of the family units. That
was unusual. The modules were effectively sound proofd someone must
really be shouting screaming. In fact, the sound was faint,
but the tone was unmistakable, not the low growl of anger,
but the high shriek of desperation. Days stopped looking at

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the door four down from their own. Another neighbor passed
by homeward, head down, politely, giving them all the birth
they could, since Days was standing in the middle of
the street. A minute later, another neighbor passed by the
other way. No one acknowledged the screaming. Trembling a bit
in the pit of their stomach, Days drew themselves up

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and headed for the door. Something wasn't all right, screaming
like that they should check in, at least offer some health.
Just as they raised their hand to buzz, an electronic
warble sounded from the direction of the green. It was
a safety drone, worrying agilely past the maypole and down
the street. Please return to your modules, a therapeutic intervention

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is in bound. Days backed away from the safety drone,
which took up a position at the door, the bitterness
of early panic welling up from the pit of their stomach.
They backed away. The drone repeated its admonition, and Days
retreated a little farther. Farther down, Module opened their own
door invitingly, but Days cannot bring themselves to surrender the

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street just yet. They caught the gentle sound of a
claxon from the far end of the block, and a
moment later glimpsed a sled and two medics coming out
of the health center. They had trouble getting the sled
past the green, what with the benches, the maypole, and
a park container probably full of decorations for the upcoming festivities.
One of them spoke a command, and they pulled the

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pole out quickly and efficiently, laying it on the ground
beside the benches. A warm body pressed against Days's ankle.
They looked down to see Snookums rubbing anxiously. I know, sweetie,
it's scary. They rubbed the cat along its cheeks, mouth
to ear, and it exuded appreciation. The medics were at

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the family unit. Now. The door opened up and they
went inside, followed by the drone. A minute later they
came out, supporting one of Daze's neighbors. Between them one
half of a couple Days did not know so well.
They had never kept a social appointment, though Days had
seen them bubbling away in the middle of the crowd
at block parties. The person had a wild, exhausted look,

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their eyes unfocused. The medics helped them onto a sled
and strapped them in. The other neighbor came to the
doorway head bowed, eyes wide, exuding worry, embarrassment, and fear.
We'll take good care of them. Days heard a medics say,
if all goes well in a week or two, they
can come back here. The neighbor nodded on so certainly,

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looking at their module mate, who by now was somewhere else,
eyes pasted on the sky. We'll send a therapist to
evaluate later in the day, the medic went on, just
for secondary effects, stay home and try to relax. You're
r and art from all work assignments and social appointments
until you get an all clear. The medics and the
sled set off back towards the node. The safety drone

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flitted off. Once the neighbor went back into the module,
the streets were empty. Days went in and had a
long cry, cuddling snookums on the couch. It happened every
now and then someone broke down. Interstellar travel was hard
on the human psyche, and her Medic was the first
crew to ever do it. They had to learn as

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they went, designing the best most supportive environment possible despite
being trapped together in a crowded ship with scarce resources. Once,
when Days was an adolescent, an older person who worked
as an instructor had a break down and had to
be trained and supported out of the school by an
emergency team. It was an important moment for Days because
of the group counseling that came afterwards. The instructor heard

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voices that other people could not hear. They had been
told by therapists who came to talk to them and
help them process the troubling event. Some kids in their
cohort had snickered, even though it was strongly discouraged to
mock or disparage the mental state of other passengers. Encourage
your fellow passengers. Coping mechanisms create a mutually supportive environment
and only report those behaviors and views that might enable sabotage.

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Those were the watchwords as far as mental health was concerned.
What had been so important for Days was to hear
acknowledgment that someone could have different perceptions than those around them,
that even though such difference could be problematic, it was
something that happened to people. The fact that therapists could
speak about divergent experiences in a soothing way help Days
understand the stark, unmentionable differences they had been perceiving between

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themselves and their peers. From there, it was only a
a few more steps to realize that maybe what they
experienced was legitimate, could even be healthy, if there were
a way to integrate it with the experiences and perceptions
of their cohort. What had the instructor been shouting? We
should tell them, We should tell them. Maybe if they'd

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been able to share what the voices had been saying,
they never would have had a breakdown. But that was
an optimistic view. That instructor never returned, meaning they had
never been able to reintegrate. They had been submitted to
a permanent reconciliation process. Hermenica tried to take care of
all of its passengers, but some simply could not cope.
Perhaps the dominant unspoken view was accurate. It was the

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weakest passengers who broke down, and though they all needed
to support one another, in the end, the only ones
who would arrive at their destination were those who were
fit to days. Could be pretty sure their genes would
not be used in any of the restock cohorts that
would make up her Medica's future generations. They wondered how
much longer they could last, When would a medic team

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and a safety drone show up at their door? Dun Dun, dun,
Catch us next time on Cool Zone Media book Club
if you want to hear more from Allen Lee. That
is the fiction pen name of the nonfiction author Peter Gelderlos,
and Peter Glderlos has a substack called Surviving Leviathan and

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so Yeah. You can check out more of their writing
there or check out any one of their many number
of books. Their name is spelled g E L d
e R l Oos Gelderlos. All right, I will see
you all next week when we continue Hermetica. Dun Dun dun.
That should be officially in the title of the book.

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The Dun dun Dun. I actually don't know.

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It must have been a typo that Detritus Books forgot
to include the dun Dun Dunn Bye.

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