Sailing to Utopia by Michael Moorcock

Author:Michael Moorcock [Moorcock, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Epic
ISBN: 9781565049802
Google: vnYCAAAACAAJ
Publisher: White Wolf Publishing, Incorporated
Published: 2000-04-15T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Ryan is working on a small problem that has come up concerning the liquid regeneration unit in the forward part of the ship. It is malfunctioning slightly and the water has a slight taste of urine in it. A spare part is needed and he is instructing the little servorobot to replace the defunct element.

That was what had saved him, of course, he thinks. His pragmatism. He had kept his head while all around people were losing theirs, getting hysterical, making stupid decisions — or worse, making no decisions at all.

He smiles. He had always made quick decisions. Even when those decisions were unpalatable or possibly unfashionable in terms of the current thinking of the time. It was his basic hard-headedness that had kept him going longer than most of them, allowed him to hang on to a lot more, helped him to the point where he was now safely out of the mess that was the disrupted, insane society of Earth.

And that is how he intends to remain. He must keep cool, not let the depression, the aching loneliness, the weaker elements of his character, take him over.

“I’ll make it,” he murmurs confidently to himself. “I’ll make it. Those people are going to get their chance to start all over again.”

He yawns. The muscles at the back of his neck are aching. He wriggles his shoulders, hoping to limber the muscles up. But the ache remains. He’ll have to do something about that. Must stay fit at all costs. Not just himself to think of.

He isn’t proud of everything he did on Earth. Some of those decisions would not have been made under different circumstances.

But he didn’t go mad.

Not the way so many of the others did.

He stayed sane. Just barely, sometimes, but he made it through to the other side. He kept his eyes clear and saw things as they really were while a lot of other people were chasing wild geese or phantom tigers. It was a struggle, naturally. And sometimes he had made mistakes. But his common sense hadn’t let him down — not in the long run.

What had someone once said to him?

He nodded to himself. That was it. You’re a survivor, Ryan. A natural bloody survivor.

It was truer now, of course, than ever before.

He was a survivor. The survivor. He and his friends and relatives.

He was making for the clean, fresh world untainted by mankind, leaving the rest of them to rot in the shit heap they had created.

Yet he mustn’t feel proud. Pride goeth before a fall… Mustn’t get egocentric. There had been a good deal of luck involved. It wasn’t such a bad idea to test himself from time to time, run through that Old Time Religion stuff. The seven deadly sins.

Check his own psyche out the way he checked the ship.

CHECK FOR Pride.

CHECK FOR Envy.

CHECK FOR Sloth.

CHECK FOR Gluttony.

… and so forth. It didn’t do any harm. It kept him sane. And he didn’t reject the possibility that he could go insane.

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