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Title: Age of anxiety
Author: Robert Silverberg
Release date: August 26, 2023 [eBook #71491]
Language: English
Original publication: New York, NY: Royal Publications, Inc, 1957
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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AGE OF ANXIETY ***
Age of Anxiety
By ROBERT SILVERBERG
Illustrated by SCHOENHERR
"Choose!" said the robonurse.
"Choose!" echoed his entire world.
But either choice was impossible!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Infinity June 1957.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
That morning, when Larry awoke, the robonurse was standing at the foot
of his bed, smiling benignly. It made no attempt to help him into his
housecoat and give him his morning unworry capsule. Instead it waited,
poised delicately on its humming treads, making no motion toward him.
"I'm awake," Larry said sourly. "Why aren't you functioning?" He
paused, frowning slightly, and added, "And where's my capsule?"
"This morning is different," said the robonurse. "This is your
birthday, young man!" It clicked twice, hissed, and rolled forward at
last, holding Larry's capsule-box in its grips. The box flew open as
the robot approached Larry's bed, and the boy saw, within its gleaming
interior, _three_ capsules--one the usual light blue, the other two a
harsh green and a bright yellow respectively.
"What's this?"
"_Choose_," the robonurse said inexorably.
The trigger-word echoed in the room for an instant. "_Choose_," the
robot said again, and the repetition unlocked a chain of synapses,
unleashed data hypnotically buried in Larry's mind years before, opened
doors and brightened dark corridors.
_Choose._ The terrifying word held promise of conflict, pain, anxiety.
Larry's fingers quivered with terror for a moment; his hand hovered
over the capsule-box, wavered for a long second of indecision, while a
glistening bead of sweat rolled down his smooth face.
His hand grazed the light-blue capsule, the capsule that could end the
sudden nightmare forever. He fingered its glossy surface for a moment,
then shook his head and touched the bright yellow one. A shudder of
fear ran through him as he did so, and he swept up the green capsule
hurriedly and swallowed it.
"Okay. I've chosen," he said weakly.
The robonurse, still smiling, closed the capsule-box and rolled away.
It replaced the box on its shelf and said, "You've chosen, Larry--but
all you've chosen is postponement of final decision."
"I know." His voice was dry. "I--I'm not ready yet. But at least I took
a step forward. I didn't take the unworry drug."
"True enough," the robonurse said. "You can still go in either
direction--back to the unworry of childhood, or on to the full anxiety
of adult life."
"Let me think," Larry said. "That's why I took the middle capsule. To
think this out."
"Yes, let him think!" Larry glanced up and saw the stooped figure
of his father at the door of the bedroom. The robonurse scuttled
away hummingly, and Larry swung around in bed. His father's face,
wrinkle-etched, baggy-eyed, and despairing, stared intently at him.
The tired face broke into a feeble grin. "So you've arrived at the Age
of Anxiety at last, Larry! Welcome--welcome to adulthood!"
* * * * *
Behind Larry lay an entire seventeen-year lifetime of unworrying--and
behind that lay the three centuries since Koletsky's development of the
unworry drug.
It was tasteless, easily manufactured, inexpensive, and--despite its
marvelous properties--not permanently habit-forming. Adults under the
influence of the unworry drug found themselves free from anxiety,
from nagging doubts about the future, from any need to worry or grow
ulcers or to plan and think ahead. Koletsky's drug made them completely
irresponsible.
Naturally, the drug was highly popular among a certain group of adults
with low psychic resistance to panaceas of this sort, and for a while
the unworry drug was a considerable source of worry to those still
clear-eyed enough to look ahead. Hundreds of thousands of people a year
were yielding to the synthetic bliss of the unworry drug, returning to
childhood's uninvolvement with the world.
Naturally, one of the remaining worriers invented an anti-unworry
drug--and with that, a new social alignment came into being. The new
tablet provided gradual weaning from the unworry drug; it took four
years for the treatment to be completed, but once so treated a person
could never bring himself to touch the Koletsky drug to his lips
again. There was an inflexible guarantee against back-sliding built
into the bonded hydrocarbons of the drug.
This second discovery left the world in possession of two remarkable
phenomena: a soothing drug and its antidote, both of 100% efficiency. A
new solution now presented itself--a solution whose details were simple
and obvious.
_Give the drug to children._ Let them live in a carefree paradise of
unworry until the age of seventeen--at which time, apply the four-year
withdrawal treatment. At twenty-one, they were ready to step into the
adult world, unmarked by the horrors of childhood and equipped to face
maturity with a calm, if somewhat blank mind.
At the age of seventeen, then, a choice: forward or backward. One out
of every ten elected to remain in the synthetic dream-world forever,
thereby removing themselves from a world in which they probably would
not have been fit to contend. It was an efficient screening process,
eliminating those dreamers who would not have withstood the grind,
who would have retreated from reality anyway, would have slipped into
neurotic fancies. The remaining ninety per cent chose maturity and
reality--and anxiety.
The light-blue capsule was the way back to dreamland; the bright yellow
one, the first step in withdrawal. The third capsule was the one most
frequently chosen. It was a delayer; its effect, neither positive nor
negative, was to allow its taker's hormones to remain suspended during
the period of choice.
"I've got three days, don't I, Dad?" The terms of the situation,
implanted in each child's mind long before he could possibly understand
the meanings of the words, now stood out sharply in Larry's mind.
Larry's father nodded. "You took the green one?"
"Yes. Was that wrong?"
"It's what I did when I was your age," the older man said. "It's the
only sensible thing to do. Yes, you have three days to make up your
mind. You can go on taking the unworry capsules for the rest of your
life--or you can begin withdrawing. You'll have to decide that for
yourself."
Something fluttery throbbed in the pit of Larry's stomach. It was the
first sign of worry, the first agony of decision-making. He remained
calm; despite his lifelong use of Koletsky's drug, its peculiar
properties were such that he felt no need of it now.
Yet--how did he choose? In three days, how? Uneasily, he wiggled his
feet against the cool, yielding surface of the floor for a moment,
left the bed, crossed the room, threw open the door. Across the hall,
the robonurse was ministering to his younger brother. The sleepy-eyed
eight-year-old was sitting up in bed while the pseudomother washed and
dressed him.
Larry smiled. His brother's face was calm, relaxed, confident-looking.
"The lucky devil," he said out loud. "He's got nine years of happiness
left."
"You can have the rest of your lifetime, son."
Larry turned. His father's voice was flat, without any hint of emotion
or any trace of value-judgment.
"I know," Larry said. "One way--or the other."
* * * * *
Later that first day, he dressed and left the house. He crossed the
pedestrian-walk that led from his block to the next, feeling curiously
impermanent in his between-status status.
The pedestrian-walk was empty except for a wandering vendor struggling
along under a load of bubble-toys. Larry doubled his pace and caught
up with the man, a short, long-nosed individual with worry-creases
furrowing his thin face.
"Hello, son. Got your bubble-ship yet?" He held forth the inflatable
vehicle and smiled--a forced, slick smile that faded when the vendor
noticed the luminescent armband that told of Larry's status. "Oh--a
Changer," the vendor said. "I guess you wouldn't be interested in a
bubble-ship, then."
"I guess not." Larry took the toy from the vendor's hand anyway, and
examined it. "You make these yourself?"
"Oh, no, not at all. I get them from the Distributory." The vendor
scowled and shook his head. "They keep cutting down my allotment all
the time. I don't know how I'll stay in business."
"Why? Won't there always be a market?"
"There must be something new out," the vendor said gloomily. "The young
ones just aren't interested in bubble-toys these days. Things were good
last year, but--" he frowned dismally--"they're getting worse all the
time."
"Sorry to hear that," Larry sympathized. He felt vaguely disturbed--the
bubble-toys were vastly popular among his friends, and it was upsetting
to learn that the vendor was doing so badly. "I wish I could do
something for you."
"Don't worry about me, son. You've got your own problems now." The
vendor smiled bleakly at him and turned off the pedestrian-walk into
the side-road that led to the Playground, leaving Larry alone.
_Those were strange words_, he thought. He revolved them in his mind,
getting used to their feel. _You've got your own problems._ He looked
around, at the neat, clean suburb with its attractive little ten-story
units and carefully-spaced splotches of green garden, and shook his
head. _Problems. To be or not to be._ It was a line from an old play he
had found taped in his father's library.
The play had made no sense to him at the time, but now it troubled him.
He made a mental note to ask his father about it, some time in the next
two days, and walked on. He wanted to see as much as he could of the
adult world, before it was time to decide which he preferred.
* * * * *
The City was a maze of connected buildings, redoubled avenues, tangled
byways and confusing signs. Larry stood in the heart of the business
district, watching the grownups zoom past him, each walking alone, face
set determinedly as he pursued some private mission.
"Move along, boy," someone said roughly. Larry glanced around, saw a
man in uniform scowling at him. The scowl softened into something like
pity as the man noticed the badge of Larry's status. Hastily, Larry
walked on, moving deeper into the web of the City.
He had never been here before. The City was someplace where fathers
went during the day, during the pleasant hours of school and
Playground, and from which fathers came, grimy and irritable, in the
evening. Larry had never considered going to the City before. Now it
was necessary.
He had no particular destination in mind. But after seventeen years in
the unworrying world, he would simply have to investigate the world of
anxiety before making up his mind.
A car buzzed by suddenly, and he leaped to one side. Out here in the
City, cars ran right next to the pedestrian-walks, not on flying
skyways above them. Larry hugged the side of a building for a moment,
recovering his calm.
Calm. Stay calm. Make a cool, objective appraisal.
But how?
Nine out of ten people picked this world. Larry ran his fingers over
the rough brick of the building, and felt the tension beginning to
curdle his stomach. Nine out of ten. _Am I the tenth? Am I going to
decide to go back to a lifetime of unworry?_
It seemed so. This dirty, hypertense, overcrowded place seemed
boundlessly undesirable. The choice was obvious.
But still....
He shook his head. After a moment of complete unthought, he let go of
the side of the building and took a few hesitant steps forward. He was
really frightened now. Suddenly, he wanted to be home, wanted to know
again the smooth placidity of an unworried day.
He started to walk faster, then to run. After half a block, he stopped,
suddenly.
_Where am I running?_
He didn't know. He felt trapped, hemmed in, overwhelmed by despair.
_So this is the City? Sorry, I don't care for it._
"You're all alone, aren't you?" said a sudden voice from behind him.
"It's not wise, on your first day off the drug."
Larry turned. The man behind him was tall and narrow-shouldered, with
the pinched, baggy face of a grownup and a wide, sly smile. "Yes, I'm
all alone," he said.
"I thought so. I can tell a Changer when I see one, even without the
armband."
Larry glanced down at his arm quickly and saw that the identifying
armband was gone. Somehow, somewhere, he must have ripped it off. He
looked at the stranger, and in a hoarse voice asked, "What do you want?"
"A companion for a drink," the stranger said affably. "Care to join me?"
"No--I--all right," Larry said with a firmness that surprised himself.
"Let's go have a drink."
* * * * *
The alcohol stung his mouth, and the flavoring in the drink tasted
rancid, but he put the whole thing down and looked across the table at
the stranger.
"I don't much like that drink," he said.
"Not surprising." The other grinned. "It's one of our favorites."
"_Our?_"
"City people, I mean. Ulcer people. We gobble the stuff up. Not
surprising you don't like it."
Larry touched his forefingers lightly together. "I don't think I'd ever
like it, no matter how long I tried to get used to it."
"Oh?" The stranger's left eyebrow rose slightly. "_Never?_"
Larry shook his head. "Or the rest of the City, for that matter." He
sighed. "I don't think I'm the City type. I think I'm going to give the
whole thing up and go back home. The City isn't for me."
"Have another drink," the stranger said. "Go on--I'll pay. It'll take
your mind off your problems."
"There's a capsule that'll do it a lot more efficiently," Larry said.
"I don't need bad-tasting drinks to ease my mind."
"You're definitely cashing in your chips, then?"
"What?"
"I mean, you're definitely choosing Koletsky for life, eh?"
Larry paused a while, letting the images of the City filter through his
mind again. Finally he nodded. "I think so. I really do."
"Two full days more--and you've made up your mind?" The stranger shook
his head. "That'll never do, son. You'll have to think more deeply."
"How deep do I have to think?"
"Tell me what anxiety is," the stranger countered.
Taken aback by the sudden and seemingly irrelevant question, Larry
blinked. "Anxiety? Why--worry, isn't it? Fear? Ulcers and headaches?"
The stranger shook his head slowly and dialed another drink. "Anxiety
is the feeling that things are too good, that you're riding for a
fall," he said carefully. "It's a sense of things about to get worse."
Larry remembered the bubble-vendor and nodded. "But they have to be
pretty good to start with, don't they?"
"Right. You've got to have something pretty good--and be worried
that you're going to lose it. Then you fight to keep it.
Challenge--response. That's anxiety. Fear's something different. Then
you creep into the corner and shake. Or you hang onto the side of a
wall."
"I think I'll take another drink," Larry said thoughtfully.
"You get what I mean? Anxiety pushes and prods you, but it doesn't make
you shrivel. You've got to be strong to stand up under it. That's how
our world works."
"So?"
"You haven't experienced any real anxiety yet, boy. Just fear--and
you're reacting out of fear. You can't judge your response to something
if you're really responding to something else."
Larry frowned and gulped his drink. It tasted a little better, this
time, though only imperceptibly so. "You mean I'm deciding too quickly,
then? That I ought to look around the City a little longer?"
"Yes and no," the stranger said. "You're deciding much too
quickly--yes. But looking around the City won't do. No; go back home."
"Home?"
"Home. Go back to your Playground. Look there. Then decide."
Larry nodded slowly. "Sure," he said. "Sure--that's it." He felt the
tension drain out of him. "I think I'll have one more drink before I
go."
* * * * *
The Playground was crowded on the second day of Larry's three-day
period. Small children played happily near the shimmering wading pond,
older ones gathered for games in the playing-field farther on, and, far
in the distance, a group of permanent unworriers sat complacently in
the sun, neither thinking nor moving. Humming robonurses threaded here
and there through the Playground, seeing to it that no one got into any
trouble. They were necessary, of course--because the unworried children
would have no fear of leaping from a tree head-first or walking into
the path of a speeding baseball.
Larry stood at the edge of the Playground, leaning against the
confining fence, watching. His friends were there--the boys he had
played with only two days before, still happily occupied with their
games and their bubble-toys. Walking carefully, in order not to be
seen, he skirted the side of the playing area and headed for the green
fields where the Permanents were.
There were about a hundred of them, of all ages. Larry recognized a
former playmate of his--a boy of about nineteen, now--and there were
older men, too, some well along in middle age. They sat quietly,
unmoving, most of them, smiling pleasantly.
Larry entered the field and walked to the nearest bench.
"Mind if I join you?"
The man on the bench grinned. "Not at all. Sit right down, friend."
Larry sat. "You're a Permanent, aren't you?" he asked suddenly.
A shadow seemed to cross the man's face. "Yes," he said slowly. "Yes,
I'm a Permanent. Who are you?"
"I'm Changing," Larry said.
"Oh."
The Permanent studied him idly for a moment or two, then leaned back
and closed his eyes. "It's nice here," he said. "The sun's warm."
Larry frowned. "What do you do when it rains?"
"We go indoors," the Permanent said.
"Look! I think it's starting to rain now!" Larry pointed at the bright,
cloudless sky. "There'll be a terrible thunderstorm any minute!"
"The robonurses should be here, then."
"Yes!" Larry said. "Where are they? Why aren't they here?"
"They'll be here," the Permanent said blandly.
"I don't think so. I don't think they're coming. They're going to let
you get wet."
The Permanent shrugged. "They wouldn't do that," he said.
"Of course not," a new voice said.
Larry glanced up, startled. The copper-alloy face of a robonurse looked
down at him. He goggled confusedly.
The robonurse's grips seized his shoulders gently. "You'll have to
leave here, boy. We can't have you disturbing these people."
Larry stood up. "All right," he said. "I'll go." He had seen all he
needed to see.
* * * * *
The stranger in the City had been right, Larry thought, as he made his
way back to his home. The place to look had been in the Playground. He
_had_ seen something even more frightening than the City.
His father was waiting for him as he entered.
"Well?"
Larry sat down heavily in a pneumochair and knit his hands together.
"I've seen the Playground," he said. "Yesterday the City, today the
Playground. What's left to see?"
"You've seen it all, son."
Larry studied his father's pale, harried face for a moment. "I thought
the City was pretty horrible. I decided yesterday I'd become a
Permanent."
"I know. Your Watcher told me."
"Watcher?"
"You know--the man who took you in for drinks. You don't think I'd let
you go into the City alone, do you?"
Larry smiled. "I _thought_ it was too neat, the way he met me and sent
me back. But--but--"
He looked up helplessly at his father. "Today I saw the Playground,
Dad. And I don't know what to do." His voice trailed off indistinctly.
"What's the trouble, son?"
"Tomorrow I have to make my choice. Well, the Playground seems to be
out--they turn into vegetables there--but am I ready for the City?"
"I don't understand, Larry."
"I was sickened by the place." He leaned forward and said, "Dad, why
are children raised on the unworry drug?"
"We try to spare you," his father said. "Seventeen years of
tranquility--it's good, isn't it?"
"Not when it ends. It's the worst possible preparation for a life
in your world, Dad. I'm not ready for it--and I never will be! My
childhood hasn't taught me how to worry!"
Suddenly, his father began to chuckle, first deep in his stomach, then
high up in his throat, a ratchety, rasping laugh.
"What's the matter?" Larry asked angrily. "What's so funny?"
"You say you don't know how to worry? Why, you're practically an
expert at it!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Suppose you tell me what you've been thinking of, the past two days.
Everything."
Larry stood up, walked to the door. The robonurse was waiting in the
next room, patient, unmoving. After a moment, he turned to his father.
"Well--I've been thinking that I don't like the City. That I'm afraid I
wasn't properly prepared for it. That I think raising me on the unworry
drug robbed me of any chance I'd have to learn to stand the strains of
City life. That even so I don't like the Playground either, and I'm
caught between." He checked each item off on his fingers. "That--"
"That's enough, Larry. You've analyzed it nicely."
Slowly, the truth opened out before him and an embarrassed grin widened
on his face. Resistance to strain could be acquired overnight--by nine
out of ten. Nine out of ten didn't need a long, grueling childhood to
prepare them for adulthood; the tenth would never grow up anyway.
"I've _been_ worrying," he said. "I'm the worrying kind. I've been
worrying since yesterday, and I didn't even know it!"
His father nodded. Larry took the capsule-box from its shelf, opened
it, stared at the three different kinds of capsule inside. "There never
really was any choice after all, was there?"
"No. Your choice was made yesterday morning. If you didn't have the
stuff for City life, you'd have grabbed for the unworry capsule the
second you saw it. But you didn't. You stopped to make a decision--and
won your citizenship right then and there. You proved it to us--and by
fighting with yourself over the decision you thought you still had to
make, you proved it to yourself."
Larry's smile spread. "Sure. The ability to worry is the measure of
successful City life," he said. "And I'm a regular worry wart already."
The excitement of the past two days still thumped in his stomach--and
it was only the beginning. "I belong _here_. Why--it won't be long
before I'll get my first ulcer!"
His father was radiant with paternal pride. "Welcome to your heritage,
son--the heritage of the civilized man. You've got the makings of a
first-rate citizen!"
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