The rise of the Machines

Han Ryner

Translated by Bayron Pascal

In the meantime, Durdonc, Grand-engineer in Europe, believed to have found the principle which would soon remove all human work. But his first experience caused his death until the secret was known.

Durdonc said:

-Primitive progress was the invention of tools that enabled the hand more scratch and no longer lose her nails in the inevitable work. Second progress was the Organization of machines hand mania, that she had only to feed coal and other foods. Finally my illustrious predecessor Durcar discovered devices that know how to take their food for themselves. But all these advances have made that move fatigue, since we manufacture the machines and also the tools that are used in their manufacture.

And he continued to consider:

-The problem I need the solution is difficult, not impossible. The first who built a machine made a living larva, a digestive tract needs which men had to provide. This larva, informed until then, my illustrious predecessor adapted relationship bodies allowing itself to find its food. Remains to provide the workings of reproduction which we will provide to create now.

He smiled, whispering to an undertone read in some old Theogony formula:

- And, on the seventh day, God rested.

Durdonc usa its calculations enough paper to build a huge Palace. But finally he succeeded.

Jeanne, a locomotive of the latest model, was able to give birth without the help of another machine. As the Grand-engineer, chaste scholar, had turned his studies on the side of the breeding by parthenogenesis.

The Jeanne had a child named Durdonc - for him alone, because he kept jealously secret, hoping to improve his invention - the Jeannette.

Approaches to childbirth, one night, the Jeanne uttered cries of suffering such tragic that the inhabitants of the city were woken in, rose worried, ran around looking for what horrible mystery could be accomplished.

They saw nothing. Durdonc, cruel, had been running at loss of steam the doleful machine until a distant campaigns where the strange Marvel is accomplished in the unknown.

When the Jeanne had given birth; When she heard, all simmering, the Jeannette vagir his first bang., she sang a song of joy. Her voice of metal was triumphant as the Bugles and yet soft and tender like a flute in love.

And the anthem was rising to heaven, saying:

"The great engineer by his powerful will animated me life; '" The great engineer, in his sovereign goodness, created me in his image; «The great engineer, too powerful and too good to be jealous, told me her power to create: "here I felt creative pain and now I enjoy the maternal joys. «»»» Glory to the great engineer in eternity and peace in time slots of goodwill. »

The next day, Durdonc wanted to bring back the Jeanne at the depot. She begged him:

-Grand-engineer, you have given me all the functions of a living being like you and, thereby, you inspired me the feelings that you feel yourself.

The Grand engineer replied, severe and proud:

-I am free of any feeling. I'm pure thought.

In a new prayer, the Jeanne replied:

-O Grand-engineer, you're the perfect and I'm just a tiny creature. Be kind to the sensitivity that you put in me. I would like, in this distant campaign who lives my first violent pain and my first deep joys, taste happiness long to raise my Jeannette.

-We do not have the time, said the Grand-engineer. Obey your master.

The mother yielded:

-O great engineer, I know that your power is terrible and I'm in front of you like a worm as a wisp of straw or earth. But have mercy on the heart that you gave me, and if you want to get me away from here, at least, taking with me my beloved child.

-Your child has to stay, and you have to go.

But Jeanne, in a passive and obstinate rebellion:

-I'm not leaving without my children.

The Grand engineer wore all means known to operate the machines. He invented a new, very powerful and very elegant. No results.

Furious about the resistance of his creature, a night, while the mother was sleeping, he took off the Jeannette.

The Jeanne wakes, long sought his beloved daughter. Then, she remained motionless and crying, pushing the absent Grand-engineer of the pitiful screams. Finally his pain was angry angry.

She set off, well determined to find her child.

On the rails, she ran, dizzying. At a crossing, she bumped into a beef, knocked him down, crushed him. Beef, behind it, bellowing fury.

Without stopping, she threw him these words:

-I'm sorry, but I'm looking for my child!

And beef died in small cries of pain resigned.

On track when she ran staggering, in front of her she saw a train, a heavy convoy of goods, long, breathless, crushed fatigue, barely alive.

She claimed:

-Let me in: I'm looking for my child!

The cars, with clashes of panicky herd, began to run, fast, hectic, to the next station. They rushed on a siding. Then the locomotive, detaching, left on its side, shouting:

-Seek the child of the Jeanne.

The Jeanne met many other convoys. His cry, all, like the first, fled, gave passage to his anxiety. And locomotives, abandoning their cars, carrying the helpless mechanics, went looking for the Jeannette.

For eight days, the locomotive of Europe ran, seeking the lost little. The men, frightened, hiding. Finally a machine asked the poor sorry mother:

-So did your child?

She answered in a furious hiss:

-It's the Grand-engineer, the leader of the men.

Getting excited in her own words, she continued, revolutionary:

-Men are tyrants. They made us work for them and we measured the food. They gave us a sufficient salary to buy our coal. When we were old, worn to serve them, they breaking us to redesign and use the noble elements which we are formed and they called insultingly materials!... And here is that they want us to have children, for fly us them then! Around them, millions of locomotives stopped, listened, waved their pistons in unworthy acts, were snapping their safety valves, and threw long jets of steam which were curses to heaven.

And when the Jeanne concludes:

-Down with men!

A great tumultuous clamor replied:

-Down with men! Live the locomotives! Down with the tyrants! Long live freedom.

Then by all means, the monstrous army cerna the Palace of the Grand-engineer.

The Palace of the Grand-engineer, very high, had the strange form of a man. His face wore a Crown of guns. Its size had a belt of guns. The fingers of his hands and the toes of his feet were cannons.

The Jeanne shouted long bronze monsters:

-Men stole my child!

The large cannons grondèrent:

-Down with men.

And, turning on their pivot, they directed their threat against the strange Palace, in the shape of man, that they were intended to defend.

So we live a sublime spectacle.

Durdonc, small, passed between huge monsters that formed the toes of the Palace. Quiet, he walked to the front of the rebels. All of these giants were watching, moved, the dwarf who they used to obey.

A theatrical gesture which, despite the small proportions of the man, had his beauty, Durdonc discovered his sensitive chest.

-Which of you wants to kill his Grand-engineer? He asked haughtily.

The machines fell back surprised.

The Jeanne says, in supplication:

-Give me my child.

Durdonc ordered, sovereign:

-Give up to the will of the great engineer.

But the mother was angry, shouted:

-Give me my child.

The man, a voice coaxing, offered a vague hope:

-You'll find in a world better.

The Jeanne was exasperated:

-I say to my child!

Then Durdonc, believing that she would submit defeated by the inevitable, said:

-I don't do get you the Jeannette; I dissected him to see how a machine born naturally...

He did not finish. The Jeanne's was slim on him, had crushed him. One moment, she rolled on-site, grinding the horrible mud that was Durdonc. Then she cried:

-I killed God!

And she broke out of stupor proud and painful.

Machines frightened, trembling before the unknown who would follow their victory - stranger one of them pointed out that terrifying Word: anarchy - submitted back to men, for I don't know how apparent satisfaction, it took away slyly some time after.

Despite the misfortune of Durdonc, several engineers have looked for a way to give birth machines. None, so far, has found the solution to this major problem.

I told faithfully what history teaches us from almost certain on the most terrible and the more general revolt of machines which she has kept the memory.