The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Last Evolution, by John W. Campbell, Jr
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Title: The Last Evolution
Author: John Wood Campbell
Illustrator: Leo Morey
Release Date: December 9, 2008 [EBook #27462]
Language: English
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A Classic Reprint from AMAZING STORIES, August, 1932
The Last Evolution
By JOHN W. CAMPBELL, Jr.
I am the last of my type existing<br>today in all the Solar System.<br>I, too, am the last existing<br>who, in memory, sees the struggle<br>for this System, and in memory<br>I am still close to the Center<br>of Rulers, for mine was the ruling<br>type then. But I will pass<br>soon, and with me will pass the<br>last of my kind, a poor inefficient<br>type, but yet the creators of<br>those who are now, and will be,<br>long after I pass forever.
So I am setting down my record<br>on the mentatype.
It was 2538 years After the<br>Year of the Son of Man. For six<br>centuries mankind had been developing<br>machines. The Ear-apparatus<br>was discovered as early<br>as seven hundred years before.<br>The Eye came later, the Brain<br>came much later. But by 2500,<br>the machines had been developed<br>to think, and act and work with<br>perfect independence. Man lived<br>on the products of the machine,<br>and the machines lived to themselves<br>very happily, and contentedly.<br>Machines are designed<br>to help and cooperate. It was<br>easy to do the simple duties they<br>needed to do that men might live<br>well. And men had created them.<br>Most of mankind were quite useless,<br>for they lived in a world<br>where no productive work was<br>necessary. But games, athletic<br>contests, adventure—these were<br>the things they sought for their<br>pleasure. Some of the poorer<br>types of man gave themselves up<br>wholly to pleasure and idleness—and<br>to emotions. But man was<br>a sturdy race, which had fought<br>for existence through a million<br>years, and the training of a million<br>years does not slough quickly<br>from any form of life, so their<br>energies were bent to mock battles<br>now, since real ones no longer<br>existed.
Up to the year 2100, the numbers<br>of mankind had increased<br>rapidly and continuously, but<br>from that time on, there was a<br>steady decrease. By 2500, their<br>number was a scant two millions,<br>out of a population that once<br>totaled many hundreds of millions,<br>and was close to ten billions<br>in 2100.
Some few of these remaining<br>two millions devoted themselves<br>to the adventure of discovery and<br>exploration of places unseen, of<br>other worlds and other planets.<br>But fewer still devoted themselves<br>to the highest adventure,<br>the unseen places of the mind.<br>Machines—with their irrefutable<br>logic, their cold preciseness of<br>figures, their tireless, utterly exact<br>observation, their absolute<br>knowledge of mathematics—they<br>could elaborate any idea,<br>however simple its beginning,<br>and reach the conclusion. From<br>any three facts they even then<br>could have built in mind all the<br>Universe. Machines had imagination<br>of the ideal sort. They had<br>the ability to construct a necessary<br>future result from a present<br>fact. But Man had imagination<br>of a different kind, theirs was<br>the illogical, brilliant imagination<br>that sees the future result<br>vaguely, without knowing the<br>why, nor the how, and imagination<br>that outstrips the machine<br>in its preciseness. Man might<br>reach the conclusion more swiftly,<br>but the machine always<br>reached the conclusion eventually,<br>and it was always the correct<br>conclusion. By leaps and bounds<br>man advanced. By steady, irresistible<br>steps the machine<br>marched forward.
Together, man and the machine<br>were striding through science<br>irresistibly.
Then came the Outsiders.<br>Whence they came, neither machine<br>nor man ever learned, save<br>only that they came from beyond<br>the outermost planet, from some<br>other sun. Sirius—Alpha Centauri—perhaps!<br>First a thin<br>scoutline of a hundred great<br>ships, mighty torpedoes of the<br>void a thousand kilads[1] in<br>length, they came.
And one machine returning<br>from Mars to Earth was instrumental<br>in its first discovery.<br>The transport-machine's brain<br>ceased to radiate its sensations,<br>and the control in old Chicago<br>knew immediately that some unperceived<br>body had destroyed it.<br>An investigation machine was<br>instantly dispatched from Deimos,<br>and it maintained an acceleration<br>of one thousand units.[2]<br>They sighted ten huge ships, one<br>of which was already grappling<br>the smaller transport-machine.<br>The entire fore-section had been<br>blasted away.
The investigation machine,<br>scarcely three inches in diameter,<br>crept into the shattered hull and<br>investigated. It was quickly evident<br>that the damage was caused<br>by a fusing ray.
Strange...