The Worlds of Robert A. Heinlein

The Worlds of Robert A. Heinlein

The Worlds of Robert A. Heinlein

Copyright 1966

Contents

Introduction: PANDORA’S BOX – copyright 1952

FREE MEN – (First time in print)

BLOWUPS HAPPEN – copyright 1940

SEARCHLIGHT – copyright 1962

LIFE-LINE – copyright 1939

SOLUTION UNSATISFACTORY – copyright 1940

INTRODUCTION: PANDORA’S BOX

ONCE OPENED, the Box could never be closed. But after the myriad swarming

Troubles came Hope.

Science fiction is not prophecy. It often reads as if it were prophecy;

indeed the practitioners of this odd genre (pun intentional — I won’t do it

again) of fiction usually strive hard to make their stones sound as if they

were true pictures of the future. Prophecies.

Prophesying is what the weatherman does, the race track tipster, the stock

market adviser, the fortune-teller who reads palms or gazes into a crystal.

Each one is predicting the future — sometimes exactly, sometimes in vague,

veiled, or ambiguous language, sometimes simply with a claim of statistical

probability, but always with a claim seriously made of disclosing some

piece of the future.

This is not at all what a science fiction author does. Science fiction is

almost always laid in the future — or at least in a fictional

possible-future — and is almost invariably deeply concerned with the shape

of that future. But the method is not prediction; it is usually

extrapolation and/or speculation. Indeed the author is not required to (and

usually does not) regard the fictional “future” he has chosen to write

about as being the events most likely to come to pass; his purpose may have

nothing to do with the probability that these storied events may happen.

“Extrapolation” means much the same in fiction writing as it does in

mathematics: exploring a trend. It means continuing a curve, a path, a

trend into the future, by extending its present direction and continuing

the shape it has displayed in its past performance-i.e., if it is a sine

curve in the past, you extrapolate it as a sine curve in the future, not as

an hyperbola, nor a Witch of Agnesi and most certainly not as a tangent

straight line.

“Speculation” has far more elbowroom than extrapolation; it starts with a

“What if?” — and the new factor thrown in by the what-if may be both wildly

improbable and so revolutionary in effect as to throw a sine-curve trend

(or a yeast-growth trend, or any trend) into something unrecognizably

different. What if little green men land on the White House lawn and invite

us to join a Galactic union? — or big green men land and enslave us and eat

us? What if we solve the problem of immortality? What if New York City

really does go dry? (And not just the present fiddlin’ shortage tackled by

fiddlin’ quarter-measures — can you imagine a man being lynched for wasting

an ice cube? Try Frank Herbert’s Dune World saga, which is not — I judge —

prophecy in any sense, but is powerful, convincing, and most ingenious

speculation. Living, as I do, in a state which has just two sorts of water,

too little and too much — we just finished seven years of drought with

seven inches of rain in two hours, and one was about as disastrous as the

other — I find a horrid fascination in Dune World, in Charles Einstein’s

The Day New York Went Dry, and in stories about Biblical-size floods such

as S. Fowler Wright’s Deluge.)

Most science fiction stories use both extrapolation and speculation.

Consider “Blowups Happen,” elsewhere in this volume. It was written in

1939, updated very slightly for book publication just after World War II by

inserting some words such as “Manhattan Project and “Hiroshima,” but not

rewritten, and is one of a group of stories published under the pretentious

collective title of The History of the Future (!) — which certainly sounds

like prophecy.

I disclaim any intention of prophesying; I wrote that story for the sole

purpose of making money to pay off a mortgage and with the single intention

of entertaining the reader. As prophecy the story falls flat on its silly

face — any tenderfoot Scout can pick it to pieces — but I think it is still

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