Civilisation

Civilisation could be the greatest achievement of the human race. Humans’ ability to communicate complex ideas and a willingness to cooperate in large numbers, not all related to one another, has lead to huge progress in agriculture, technology, science and art. Today’s world is no utopia but a thousand years of development has enabled the human population to grow to about nine billion and increase average lifespan by decades. Perhaps I am writing from the perspective of a comfortably-off, western retiree but I think many people in the world today live generally satisfying lives. At least that has been the case for the last fifty years or so. Can it last?

Civilisations rise and fall. An article in last week’s New Scientist discussed the fall of a number of civilisations in the eastern Mediterranean (modern day Greece, Turkey and Palestine) at the end of the Bronze Age, over 3,000 years ago. These collapses had been put down to invading “sea-people” but where they came from and why they were so overwhelming was unknown. Now, archaeologists have decided it was a less apocalyptic event. The collapses were more drawn out than originally thought with a variety of causes. Drought and famine definitely contributed – civilisations then were less resilient than ours today – but another cause could simply have been popular risings to overthrow greedy, authoritarian rulers. The replacements gave lower priorities to writing and recording events, to building and maintaining monumental buildings and to making artefacts in rare metals and other materials. Eventually new civilisations grew up with a new wealthy and leisured class.

Our civilisation has certainly reached new levels of technology and of concentration of wealth in the few. Is it due for collapse? We face huge threats from climate change, environmental degradation, biodiversity loss, pollution etc. We have huge disparities between the poor and the billionaires. While most people are happy to live and let live there is a growing atmosphere of hate fed by the media. It is seen in the growth of right wing political movements claiming to speak for the “people” all over the world, with populist but authoritarian leaders dismantling democratic restraints on their actions. We see it in the demands by factions to reduce diversity and remove rights from minorities.

The Tories are planning on accelerating the collapse. They talk of the next five years being a period of increasing conflict while doing nothing to counter the environmental disasters that await. Meanwhile they introduce measures designed to hinder the acceptance of diversity in public office and elsewhere. The latest, a restriction on what teachers can discuss with pupils about identity.

As an SF fan, I have read many stories about the collapse of our civilisation and the dystopias that take its place. I’ve written a few myself. I don’t want to live through one and I think any fall in today’s world will be far worse than occurred in a few relatively small areas 3000 years ago. Perhaps it is just a consequence of getting old but the signs are worrying. Many humans are no longer prepared to communicate calmly or cooperate with others of slightly different views. The glue of civilisation is weakening.#

The topic for writing group this week was “a few days away”. I decided to make it an SF story as I haven’t done one for a few weeks. Here it is.

I need to get out and take some new photos. Here’s another from last year.

A Few Days Away

“They’re just a few days away, Director, closer than the orbit of Jupiter,” I said, “The aliens will be here by the weekend.”

                The Director of NASA had a look of panic in her eyes. She’d lobbied the President to get her job, saying she wanted to reduce waste. She wasn’t expecting an interstellar invasion.

                “Why weren’t we given more notice, Professor?” she asked, distracted as usual from the important questions.

                I tried to explain again without too much impatience creeping in to my voice. “Firstly, because the five vessels come from the direction of Polaris, overhead if you like. Most of our probes and telescopes exploring planets and watching for approaching asteroids are looking in  the plane in which the planets orbit the Sun. Secondly, the aliens were, still are, travelling very fast. There was nothing to see until they began decelerating. That’s what told us that they are alien craft, not lumps of rock.”

                The Director still looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. “We’ve got to do something.”

                “What?” I said with a snort. “We couldn’t get a rocket to the launch pad and ready to go in the time we have. Neither could any of the other space nations. And anyway, we couldn’t get further than the ISS before the aliens come calling.”

                “The Russians, the Chinese, the Indians, they’ll all be planning something,” she said.

                “They can’t do any more than we can,” I replied, “All we can do is to send messages of greetings and watch what the aliens do.”

                “Is there any response from them?”

                I shook my head, “None at all. Mind you I doubt whether our radio signals can get through the cloud of exotic particles that their rocket engines are spewing out. Not even a laser will penetrate that energy vortex. The particle physics guys are going mad at the strange stuff they are seeing.”

                The Director looked bemused, but I went on, “We know that whoever built these starships must be far more advanced than us. They were travelling at three-quarters of the speed of light before they started to decelerate. The energies and forces that they are using are so far beyond our technology we don’t even know how they are doing it.”

                Her shoulders dropped. She looked tired. I guessed that the politicians had been giving her a hard time. Not surprising since the media had gone berserk when the news leaked out. Now there were crowds filling the places of worship of all the gods people had faith in, besieging government offices, stripping shops of food, loo rolls and other essentials. It was the same all over the world. We’d be lucky if we still had a civilisation by the time the alien ships arrived.

                “We’ll keep on trying with the communications,” I said, trying to sound calm and helpful. “Perhaps when they’ve slowed down a lot more, they’ll respond. The aliens probably aren’t belligerent. They could be explorers or tourists on a sight-seeing cruise.”

                “But, five spaceships,” the Director said.

                I shrugged and almost commented that Columbus had three ships when he discovered the New World, but perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to be reminded of the effects on indigenous peoples by the European voyages of discovery and colonisation.

                “We’ll keep trying,” I repeated.

                The Director frowned. “The Security Council has told all members with nuclear missile capability to be prepared to launch if the aliens threaten us.”

                “Nothing to do with me,” I said. “I’m an astronomer not a military expert.” I hoped that none of the countries with missiles at the ready would do anything foolish, but I wondered if hope was a reasonable emotion given the state of anxiety that everyone was in.

I returned to my office and sat watching the screens feeding me messages, data and pictures from all the land and space-based telescopes and instruments. A day later, the five alien starships were still slowing but were now closer to the Sun than Mars.  I stared at one of my screens more closely. It was showing the projected route of the flotilla of alien vessels. Previously they had seemed to be heading vaguely for the Sun and we assumed that Earth was their target. Now though it was obvious. Venus, the Morning Star, was between Earth and the Sun, as close to us as it gets. Venus was where the aliens were headed.

                Another day passed and the media carried the news that the ships were now inside Earth’s orbit, still slowing and headed for the second planet. Conferences of scientists and governments discussed what it meant. We kept up our signals across as broad a band of the spectrum as possible, even sending coded bursts of gamma rays, but response there was none.

                The ships stopped their relative motion on the Saturday. They were huge vessels, each an ellipsoid over 100 kilometres along their long axis. They were in orbit around Venus. Well, four of them were. I watched as the fifth separated from the others and descended into the thick air of the planet. It seemed to be orbiting within the atmosphere.

                “What’s that craft doing,” I said to Lucy, a space scientist in the James Webb telescope control room.

                “It appears to be hoovering up the atmosphere,” was the reply. The ground level air pressure on Venus is forty times what it is on Earth and is over 90% carbon dioxide.”

                “Why?” I asked.

                “Everyone’s talking about it,” Lucy replied, “One suggestion is that they need the carbon and the oxygen. Venus is a good source since gases are easier to pick up than solid rock.”

                “You mean they’re feeding on one of our planets?” I said.

                “Looks like it,” Lucy replied.

It didn’t take long, just a day. The alien craft sucked in the whole atmosphere leaving the surface of Venus exposed for the first time in billions of years. The craft rose to re-join the other four starships. Then all five fired their engines and accelerated out of the Solar System. They never did reply to any of our signals. In a few days they were gone just leaving a wake of exotic matter. Across Earth, people returned to their homes, exhausted but subdued. I felt the same. We knew now that we were not alone in the universe but apparently of no interest to other beings whatsoever. That was going to take some effort to absorb.

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Predictions of a Fall

An article in last week’s New Scientist poses the question “is western civilisation about to collapse?” The writers have researched the evidence for previous collapses for example of the Roman Empire, the Mayan civilisation and the Qing dynasty in China. They have looked at over 200 collapses over 5000 years. Some are more serious than others. In some cases practically all trace of settlements and populations have disappeared. In other examples, after a period of turmoil, the civilisation has recovered. Each crisis results in violent deaths and/or death from disease and malnutrition along with displacement from homes and a drop in economic activity. Examples of this are when a civil war or revolution has occurred such as in the USA or the Taiping rebellion in China, both in the mid C19th. The conclusion is that civilisations have become more resilient through time. The writers report that western civilisation is going through a period of convulsion now but they predict that modern civilisation has sufficient “useful complexity” to avoid complete collapse. They mention five ways of averting a crisis that could lead to collapse:

1 manipulating the tax system to ensure that there is not too great a disparity between the excessively wealthy and the majority of the population;

2 a universal right to vote restraining selfish behaviour by those in power;

3 the existence of trade unions that protect labour and ensure an adequate minimum wage;

4 a welfare state that promotes the well-being of the whole population;

5 cooperation between nations to tackle worldwide challenges.

I felt, on reading this that if we are reliant on our leaders to apply those five conditions to preserve civilisation then, well, we’ve had it. Most governments all over the world and including the west are doing their level best to act countering those five principles. Taxation systems in most countries, particularly the UK and USA, have created a super-wealthy elite that control most of the economy; the right to vote is being removed from more and more people for spurious reasons; trade unions are at their weakest for a century; the welfare state is being destroyed by right wing governments; and international agreements (e.g. COP28) are bound by so many caveats and loopholes that they are meaningless.

Unfortunately for our grandchildren, I think the authors of the NS article are misguided in their optimism. What they also fail to include in their analysis is that for the first time in human history the whole Earth is in crisis because of global warming, environmental degradation, mass extinction and over-population. I hope the current ongoing crisis proves to be a minor setback in human development but I fear the future. I am just hoping to live out my life comfortably enough while taking whatever steps I can to mitigate the apocalypse.

[ref. Heading for a fall? Peter Turchin, New Scientist vol.260 no. 3468 09/12/2023 p 36]

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There was discussion in the papers (well, The Guardian) about “dead-cat” manoeuvres by politicians. This the ploy where they say (or do) something shocking (flinging a dead cat onto the dining table) to detract attention from something actually more important. It was used by a Republican politician when questioning US university leaders on free speech. She asked why they allowed students to support the genocide of Jews. In fact no student had suggested such a thing, but because free speech is endorsed by the American constitution there is technically no law against someone saying such a thing. However it seems the university leaders fell for it and were flummoxed and unable to say how they and their institutions would respond if such a thing was said. Strike 1 to the Republican with plenty of publicity achieved and at least one resignation among the university heads.

Freedom of speech is an important human right but it does not come without responsibilities. Yes, one should be able to say what one thinks, with the caveat that one should not say anything that incites another person to harm another. No one should say that another person should die and no one should say that another person should be denied the support of the state in matters of health and well-being. In the current climate, incitement to genocide of Jews or Palestinians is not permissible and neither is talk which seeks to deny any person medical treatment or protection because their gender isn’t recognised by the speaker or for any other reason.

Making merry. Photo cropped to protect the innocent.

For my final writing group meeting before Christmas the subject was festive food. In the past I’ve done stories about Christmas puddings, mince pies, turkeys et al. This time I chose nuts. It’s only a short piece and not intended to be a cosy and cuddly Christmas piece. So here are The Knutz.

The Knutz

Hazel had been thinking. “Why are we here, Uncle Braz?”

            Brazil looked hard but his brown shell had a softer centre. “Uh, what do you mean by here, little one.”

            “Here in this bowl. All of us thrown in together,” Hazel said.

            “What are you nattering about?” Granny Walnut asked.

            “Hazel wants to know why we are here in this bowl,” Braz replied.

            “We’re here because this is where we are every Christmas,” Granny Wal replied, “Ready for anyone that wants to dip into us.”

            “Wants me, you mean,” Almond said. “Everyone knows I’m the most delicious.”

            “Smooth and pretentious perhaps, but most desirable, I don’t think so,” Brazil said, sneering. Although Al was the smaller of the two, he battered against Brazil. The two hard nuts often rubbed each other up. Hazel was caught in the middle.

            “Hey, I’m cracking up,” she cried.

            “Now, now, you nuts,” said Granny Wal. “Keep it down. I may be an old wrinkly but I can still knock you two about if needs be.” Brazil and Almond settled down, side by side, muttering.

            “It is pretty boring just sitting here and waiting for something to happen,” Hazel said. Just then some newcomers dropped in. They were pale beige and almost dumbbell shaped.

            “Hey, who are you?” Hazel asked.

            “I’m Peanut,” the new addition said.

            “What are you doing here?” Brazil said in a suspicious tone.

            “I’ve come to join you,” Pea replied.

            “You can’t do that,” said Al, “This is a nut bowl and you’re not even a nut.”

            “Yes, I am. My name says I’m a nut,” Pea said tearfully,

            “Technically he’s a legume, hence the pea bit,” Brazil said displaying knowledge gleaned from travelling the world.

            Almond bashed Peanut cracking his fibrous shell. “We don’t want your sort here. Go and join  the other snacks somewhere and leave us nuts be,” he said.       

“Now, Al,” said Granny Wal, “Everyone is welcome to the bowl, and everyone has a chance to be selected. We’re all different with different colours and shells and sizes. Where we come from and how we grow is beside the point. Come and settle with me here, Pea.”

            Pea snuggled between Granny Wal and Hazel. After a short while he said quietly, “Actually, I’m quite surprised to be here. Usually, I get roasted and salted before anyone wants me. When I’m like this people call me Monkey Nut.”      

            “That’s not very nice. You don’t look like a monkey,” Hazel said. “But some of us have different names. Cob is my other name, but I prefer Hazel. Let’s be friends, Pea”

            The Knutz sat in the bowl until the Nutcracker appeared. Then there was carnage.

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I will be taking a break for next week. A merry festive season to all my readers.

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