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Do celu tam się wysiada. Lec Stanisław Jerzy (pierw. de Tusch-Letz, 1909-1966)
A bogowie grają w kości i nie pytają wcale czy chcesz przyłączyć się do gry (. . . ) Bogowie kpią sobie z twojego poukładanego życia (. . . ) nie przejmują się zbytnio ani naszymi planami na przyszłość ani oczekiwaniami. Gdzieś we wszechświecie rzucają kości i przypadkiem wypada twoja kolej. I odtąd zwyciężyć lub przegrać - to tylko kwestia szczęścia. Borys Pasternak
Idąc po kurzych jajach nie podskakuj. Przysłowie szkockie
I Herkules nie poradzi przeciwko wielu.
Dialog półinteligentów równa się monologowi ćwierćinteligenta. Stanisław Jerzy Lec (pierw. de Tusch - Letz, 1909-1966)
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.Shaddam allowed himself athin smile.The concubine was well trained, indeed.Fenring rolled his large eyes, then turned back to the teaching machine."Payattention, Shaddam.Spice is vital, and yet all production is controlled by asingle House on a single world.The threat of a bottleneck is enormous, evenwith Imperial oversight and pressure from CHOAM.For the stability of theImperium, we need a better source of melange.We should create it syntheticallyif we have to.We need an alternative." He turned to the Crown Prince, hisdark eyes glittering."One that's in our control."Shaddam enjoyed discussions like this much more than the tutor's programmedlearning routines."Ah, yes! An alternative to melange would shift the entirebalance of power in the Imperium, wouldn't it?""Exactly! As it is, CHOAM, the Guild, the Bene Gesserit, the Mentats, theLandsraad, even House Corrino, all fight over the spice production anddistribution from a single planet.But if there was an alternative, one solelyin the hands of the Imperial House, your family would become true Emperors, notjust puppets under the control of other political forces.""We are not puppets," Shaddam snapped."Not even my doddering father." Heflicked a nervous glance at the ceiling, as if comeyes might be hidden there,though Fenring had already run thorough scans for observational apparatus."Uh,long may he live.""As you say, my Prince," Fenring said without conceding a millimeter."But ifwe put the wheels in motion now, then you will reap those benefits when thethrone is yours." He fiddled with the teaching machine."Watch, and learn!"he said in a creaking falsetto imitation of Elrood's ponderous pronouncements.Shaddam chuckled at the sarcasm.The machine displayed scenes of Ixian industrial accomplishments, all the newinventions and modifications that had been made during a profitable rule byHouse Vernius."Why do you think it is the Ixians can't use their technology tofind a spice alternative?" Fenring asked."They've been instructed time andagain to analyze the spice and develop another option for us, yet they play withtheir navigation machines and their silly timepieces.Who needs to tell theexact hour on any planet of the Imperium? How are those pursuits more importantthan the spice itself? House Vernius is an utter failure, as far as you areconcerned.""This tutoring machine is Ixian.The annoying new Heighliner design is Ixian.So's your high-performance groundcar and.""Off the point," Fenring said."I don't believe House Vernius invests any ofits technological resources in solving the alternative-spice problem.It is nota high priority for them." "Then my father should give them firmer guidance." Shaddam clasped his handsbehind his back and tried to look Imperial, flushed with forced indignation."When I'm Emperor, I'll be certain people understand their priorities.Ah, yes,I will personally direct what is most important to the Imperium and to HouseCorrino."Fenring circled the teaching machine like a prowling Laza tiger.He plucked asugared date from a fruit tray unobtrusively displayed on a side table."OldElrood made similar pronouncements a long time ago, yet so far he hasn'tfollowed through on any of them." He waved his long-fingered hand."Oh, in thebeginning he asked the Ixians to look into the matter.He also offered a largebounty for any explorer who found even melange precursors on uncharted planets."He popped the date into his mouth, licked his sticky fingers, and swallowed thesmooth, sweet fruit."Still nothing.""Then my father should increase the reward," Shaddam said."He's not tryinghard enough."Fenring studied his neatly clipped nails, then raised his overlarge eyes to meetShaddam's."Or could it be that old Elrood IX isn't willing to consider all thenecessary alternatives?""He's incompetent, but not entirely stupid.Why would he do that?""Suppose someone were to suggest using.the Bene Tleilax, for example? Asthe only possible solution?" Fenring leaned against a stone pillar to observeShaddam's reaction.A ripple of disgust crossed the Crown Prince's face."The filthy Tleilaxu! Whywould anyone want to work with them?""Because they might provide the answer we seek.""You must be joking.Who can trust anything the Tleilaxu say?" He pictured thegray-skinned race, their oily hair and dwarfish stature, their beady eyes, pugnoses, and sharp teeth.They kept to themselves, isolating their core planets,intentionally digging a societal ditch in which they could wallow.The Bene Tleilax were, however, true genetic wizards, willing to use unorthodoxand socially heinous methods, dealing in live or dead flesh, in biologicalwaste.With their mysterious yet powerful axlotl tanks they could grow clonesfrom live cells and gholas from dead ones.The Tleilaxu had a slippery, shiftyaura about them.How can anyone take them seriously?"Think about it, Shaddam.Are the Tleilaxu not masters of organic chemistry andcellular mechanics, hm-m-m-m-ah?" Fenring sniffed."Through my own web ofspies I've learned that the Bene Tleilax, despite the distaste with which weview them, have developed a new technique.I have certain.technicalskills myself, you know, and I believe this Tleilaxu technique could beapplicable to the production of artificial melange.our own source." Hefixed his bright birdlike eyes on Shaddam's."Or are you unwilling to considerall alternatives, and let your father maintain control?"Shaddam squirmed, hesitating to answer.He would much rather have been playinga game of shield-ball.He didn't like to think of the gnomelike men; religiousfanatics, the Bene Tleilax were intensely secretive and did not invite guests. Heedless of how other worlds regarded them, they sent their representatives outto observe and to make deals at the highest levels for unique bioengineeredproducts.Rumor held that no outsider had ever seen a Tleilaxu woman.Never.He thought they must be either wildly beautiful.or incredibly ugly.Seeing the Crown Prince shudder, Fenring pointed a finger at him."Shaddam,don't fall into the same trap as your father.As your friend and advisor, Imust investigate unseen opportunities, hm-m-m-m-ah? Put aside such feelings andconsider the possible victory if this works -- a victory over the Landsraad, theGuild, CHOAM, and the scheming House Harkonnen.How amusing to think that allthe strings the Harkonnens pulled to gain Arrakis after the downfall of Richesewould be for naught."His voice became softer, infinitely reasonable."What difference does it makeif we have to deal with the Tleilaxu? So long as House Corrino breaks the spicemonopoly and establishes an independent source?"Shaddam looked at him, turning his back on the teaching machine."You're sureabout this?""No, I'm not sure," Fenring snapped."No one can be sure until it is done.Butwe must at least consider the idea, give it a chance.If we don't, somebodyelse will.eventually.Maybe even the Bene Tleilax themselves.We need todo this for our own survival.""What will happen when my father hears about it?" Shaddam asked."He won'tlike the idea."Old Elrood never could think for himself, and Fenring's chaumurky had alreadybegun to fossilize his brain.The Emperor had always been a pathetic pawn,shifted around by political forces.Perhaps the senile vulture had made a dealwith House Harkonnen to keep them in control of the spice production
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