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Pilgrims' Project - Robert F. Young
Chapter I
I’d like to apply for a wife,
I said.
The Marriage Administration girl inserted an application blank into the talk-typer on her desk. Her eyes were light blue and her hair was dark brown and she was wearing a Mayflower dress with a starched white collar. Name and number?
Roger Bartlett. 14479201-B.
Date of birth?
January 17, 2122.
What is your occupation, Mr. Bartlett?
Senior Sentry at the Cadillac Cemetery.
She raised her eyes. Her hair was combed tightly back into a chignon and her face looked round and full like a little girl’s.
Oh. Have there been any exhumings recently, Mr. Bartlett?
Not at Cadillac,
I said.
I’m glad. I think it’s a shame the way the ghouls carry on, don’t you? Imagine anyone having the effrontery to rob a sacred car-grave!
Her voice sounded sincere enough but I got the impression she was ridiculing me—why, I couldn’t imagine. She could not know I was lying.
Someday they’ll rob one grave too many,
I said flatly, and earn the privilege of digging their own.
She lowered her eyes—rather abruptly, I thought. Last place of employment?
Ford Acres.
The longer I looked at her, the more she affected me. The little-girl aspect of her face was misleading. There was nothing little-girlish about her lithe body, and her stern, high-bosomed dress could not conceal the burgeoning of full breasts or the breathless sweep of waist and shoulders.
Illogically, she reminded me of a landscape I had seen recently at a clandestine art exhibit. I had wandered into the dim and dismal place more out of boredom than curiosity, and I had hardly gone two steps beyond the cellar door when the painting caught my eye. It was called Twentieth Century Landscape.
In the foreground, a blue river flowed, and beyond the river a flower-flecked meadow spread out to a series of small, forested hills. Beyond the hills a great cumulus formation towered into the sky like an impossibly tall and immaculate mountain. There was only one other object in the scene—the lofty, lonely speck of a soaring bird.
An impossible landscape by twenty-second century standards; an impossible analogy by any standards. And yet that’s what I thought of, standing there in Marriage Administration Headquarters, the stone supporting pillars encircling me like the petrified trunks of a decapitated forest and the unwalled departments buzzing with activity.
Can you give us some idea of the kind of wife you want, Mr. Bartlett?
I wanted to say that I didn’t want any kind of a wife, that the only reason I was applying for one was because I was on the wrong side of twenty-nine and had received my marriage summons in yesterday’s mail. But I didn’t say anything of the sort. It wasn’t wise to question Marriage Administration procedure.
But I didn’t take it lying down. Not quite. I said: The wife I want is a pretty remote item from the one I’ll probably get.
"What we want consciously is invariably different from what we want unconsciously, Mr. Bartlett. The Marriage Integrator’s true benefit to humanity arises from the fact that it matches marriageable men and women in accordance with their unconscious rather than with their conscious desires. However, any information you may care to impart will be entered on your data card and might influence the final decision."
I don’t know,
I said.
And I didn’t. The celibacy I had endured rather than apply for a wife before reaching the maximum age of twenty-nine had resulted in the total sublimation of my sexual desires. Women had lost reality for me—at least, until this morning.
I looked around the huge chamber in search of inspiration. The various departments were cramped with